
“I’m begging you, please come down that ledge.” Detective Sara Locke shouted.
Continue reading “#MicroMondays: Please Come Down”“I’m begging you, please come down that ledge.” Detective Sara Locke shouted.
Continue reading “#MicroMondays: Please Come Down” →Charlotte sighed, “This has to be the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen, don’t you agree? It’s too bad we can’t spend forever here.” Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Conversation Gone Bad” →
“B-but there was a criminal here, detective. Are you just going to do nothing while my husband’s probably somewhere getting tortured?”
“I truly am sorry, ma’am but there’s nothing more I can do.”
(~33 Words)
I’m taking part in the first edition of #MicroMondays in an attempt to write more. For more info about this challenge, click here.
Leigh gasped, “I can’t believe it’s still here!” Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Tree” →
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day” Continue reading “7 Days 7 Photos Challenge – Day 7” →
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day” Continue reading “7 Days 7 Photos Challenge – Day 6” →
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day” Continue reading “7 Days 7 Photos Challenge – Day 5” →
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day” Continue reading “7 Days 7 Photos Challenge – Day 4” →
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day” Continue reading “7 Days 7 Photos Challenge – Day 3” →
Sitting before his computer, he groans disappointingly. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Project Failure” →
“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day” Continue reading “7 Days 7 Photos Challenge – Day 2” →
Inspired by this story…
Day 123 after selling house, quitting job, and buying a boat: Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: 123 Days” →
Racing across the warehouse, he found her lying in a pool of blood, gasping for breath. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Last words” →
September 29, 2016
Dear Autumn,
I want to thank you. Because of you, I met the most perfect guy today. It was while I was walking in the park, admiring the trees’ ever-changing colors. Autumn has always been my favorite season. I guess I’m attracted to dead leaves. 😄
Anyway, I was gazing up at the tree and wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into this guy with his coffee and dog. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I said as I stared ghastly at his coffee-stained shirt.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, “I have hundreds of shirts at home.” That was when I looked up and met his eyes and was mesmerized. It was like looking at liquid emerald. “Hi,” he smiled like a movie star, “I’m Andy.”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. “I-I’m Grace.” He smiled again which caused me to drown in love and happiness.
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September 30, 2017
Dear Autumn,
I want to thank you. Because of you, my heart is broken into a million pieces. Andy and I returned to the spot we met a year ago and there, he told me he’d met someone even more special. I was wrong about you. You’re not my favorite season.
(200 words)
A Response for Sunday Photo Fiction.
These shoes hasn’t always been in the attic collecting dust and cobwebs. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Hiking Incident” →
“I’m going to step out for a few minutes, babe. If you want something to eat, I’ve made you a sandwich.” Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Love Always” →
Only the few people she’d told knew about this place and each year, she would take her 4-by-4 up the rugged hills and mountains to this very spot. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: This Special Place” →
Legends had been told of this sanitarium and how it’s full of the spirits of the children who’d died here during the great fire of 1910. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Haunted Sanitarium” →
A car-door-slam woke me. “Psst, psst,” someone called outside, Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Family Weekend” →
Some called him stubborn, someone who refused to break routine while some called him the greatest lover they’d ever known but in death, he became the greatest enigma this lab has ever seen. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Enigma on the Table” →
Have you ever heard of the Moaning Rock? Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Moaning Rock” →
She loves flowers. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: Her Flowers” →
When his sister ran away from home, he was fourteen, she was twelve. Continue reading “Friday Fictioneers: The Call” →