Writings

Writings
Miscellaneous Writings and Musings

Maelstrom

Maelstrom
A genie and her rock band

(Novel and Short Stories)

Steal Tomorrow

Steal Tomorrow
Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

My Books and Stories

My Books and Stories
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Endings and Beginnings

She had come to know these crooked lanes and narrow alleys well. In fact, she had memorized them, along with all the city’s hazards and delights. Living here had been both a challenge and a hard-won opportunity, but life’s haphazard events had a way of changing one’s priorities. So it was with much regret that she now packed her bags. What would home feel like after being so long away? Well, she would soon find out.

She went down the stairs, opened the door and paused on the front step. “Goodbye,” she whispered softly, then stepped out into the street.
This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers.

All Grown Up

The damage was intentional. Of that, Betty was sure. Her brother had goaded her for months to give up her toys and “grow up.” But what was so grown up about abandoning her friends? And who needed to be grown up at eight years old? She checked Teddy, Chango and Delilah for lacerations, but they seemed fine, except for the mud. Should she take them to Mom? No, she could fix this herself. She got the biggest bowl she could find, then sprinkled in some of the kaleidoscopic crystals of Mom’s laundry detergent. Soon everyone would be good as new.
This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Karuna.

Modern Woman

Violet meandered wistfully through her bedroom. She didn’t have to go. Staying and waiting for a boy to propose would be easier. But she had never taken the easy way out. That’s how she managed to become her high school’s first female valedictorian and win a scholarship to Vassar.

Her father was contemptuous of her ambitions, but she didn’t think much of his oafish views. The world was too exciting a place to be just another nameless housewife.

She slipped on her shoes, straightened the seams in her stockings, and picked up her suitcase. Life was going to amazing!


This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Magaly Guerrero.

Roommates

The timing was bad.

“It’ll have to wait,” Maria said.

Todd concurred. “If we’re to reach a lasting agreement, we can’t get distracted.”

Susie took the pizza out of David’s hands and smiled knowingly. “Sorry, greedy.”

David sighed as she took it away. On the sofa, Todd resumed talking about the bills and Maria chimed in about the rota for household chores.

“People also have to stop eating each others’ food without permission.” Susie added.

Meanwhile, the treat in the other room whispered David’s name. So while the others jabbered, oblivious, he slipped away and gave in to his cravings.





















This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Dale Rogerson.

Dream Boat

Oh, how he wanted to participate in the regatta! But all Ben had was his grandfather’s battered dinghy. The old boat was weathered and barnacle-encrusted, with a mast so flimsy it could barely hold a sail. Turning this around would be a chore.

He could, of course, buy a new boat, but he liked the thought of trouncing the competition in this humble craft while the crowd erupted in applause. Yes, he thought as he headed to the hardware store, he was up for this. He was going to make something of this little boat and everyone would be dazzled!


This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Fatima Fakier Deria.

Crime Stoppers

Trey pressed his face against the bars. Nobody had lived here for years, but the owners had left furniture, crystal, and who knew what else behind. He intended to use this information to his advantage. Trey never worried about breaking into places. His babyish face and innocent smile always got him out of a tight spot if cunning failed.

He clambered over the fence and headed across the lawn. Suddenly he heard the baying of dogs. He turned and ran, two Rottweilers in close pursuit. This place wasn’t abandoned after all, and charm wouldn’t get him out of this one!












This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by J Hardy Carroll.

Objet d'Art

It couldn’t be done, they said. No one could create such a grand object on such enormous scale using only hand tools and some rusty scrap iron.

“What’s the point?” they asked. Why spend so much effort on an object of curiosity when one could spend one’s time more productively?

Aaron deflected the naysayers with a vigorous shake of his head and disappeared into his workshop. After weeks of effort, late one night he finally moved his great work into position. Taut with expectation, he waited for daylight and the stunned faces of the townsfolk.

They had always underestimated him.



















This was written with words from Three Word Wednesday and photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Jennifer Pendergast.