We always thought the big white house was haunted. My friends and I would sneak through the yard on the way to school despite this association with the underworld, but that didn't mean I didn't walk quickly and keep one eye on the windows. I know I saw a shadow in one of the upstairs windows several times, and I'm not afraid to say that I broke into a sprint at the sight. Fright made me fast I learned as I ran through, over, and past my friends, nothing short of a pell-mell every-boy-and-girl-for-themselves charge to school.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Another Gig
Another Gig is another photo prompt short story. This one is about a musician in Stockholm.
Friday, June 27, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Mrs. Pauley's Eviction
Mrs. Pauley's Eviction is a short story from the point of view of a young kid sitting on his front step.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
The Most Boring Picture Album Ever
Image Tuesdays Writing Prompt
Mr. Pubbeedle was a curious little man who had befriended Uncle Herbie in a time before mine. I was never certain why they felt they needed to stop by our flat so often, but I suspect it was because mother was such a good cook and had the spine of a jellyfish. She really could not say "no" to her little brother Herbie. Despite it being common knowledge by everyone in our area that he was a grifter and had never made an honest dime in his misspent life. Perhaps she felt sorry for him. Or maybe she lived vicariously through his exploits and narrow escapes, imagining herself as some sort of flapper, dancing the night away in an underground speakeasy.
Mr. Pubbeedle was a curious little man who had befriended Uncle Herbie in a time before mine. I was never certain why they felt they needed to stop by our flat so often, but I suspect it was because mother was such a good cook and had the spine of a jellyfish. She really could not say "no" to her little brother Herbie. Despite it being common knowledge by everyone in our area that he was a grifter and had never made an honest dime in his misspent life. Perhaps she felt sorry for him. Or maybe she lived vicariously through his exploits and narrow escapes, imagining herself as some sort of flapper, dancing the night away in an underground speakeasy.
Taking the Cake
Taking the Cake is a prompt response. I decided to turn the prompt on its head a little bit.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Where Twelve
Where Twelve is a tongue-in-cheek piece for an assignment to write about where you lived when you were 12. If you guessed that I get tired of the prompts asking to write about all manner of personal subjects, you're way ahead of the game on this one...
Sunday, June 15, 2014
After the Humans
After the Humans is another photo prompt story. The picture looks like it may be someplace in southeast Asia, but my story is set in Pripyat, Ukraine.
There is a good documentary film on youtube. Search for "Wolves Chernobyl" if you are interested in learning more.
There is a good documentary film on youtube. Search for "Wolves Chernobyl" if you are interested in learning more.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Lost
Lost - The assignment for this piece was to write about losing and what you learned from it. I decided to write a fictional short story about losing and lessons unlearned from the PoV of a young boy. This one turned out to be much more well received than the original, so the rewrite was a good thing...
An Introduction
An Introduction is a non-fiction piece. The assignment was to capture someone's character.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Surfari Catch
Surfari Catch is a visual prompt post. Takes the form of a laid-back surfer dude's letter to his parents in Munich.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Kansas Girl
Kansas Girl is a story about the relationship of a daughter and her father's world.
This post won the weekly challenge.
This post won the weekly challenge.
Home on the Sea
Home on the Sea is a story about a family adventure through the eyes of a child with the backdrop of a civil war.
The Rains of Springtime
The Rains of Springtime was a 360 word flash fiction piece. It's a love story.
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