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
Where to Buy, Read, Download

Family Dynamics

She had been on her feet all day cleaning and cooking, chasing after the children and trying to get them relocated into a single bedroom. Their two uncles were coming and since one worked for Greenpeace and the other was a climate change denier, there was no way they could bunk together.

With a languid sigh, she settled into the window seat and waited for their arrival, only to be startled by a high-pitched shriek.

“It’s snowing! Mom, it never snows in July!”

Donna gave an impish grin. “Too true.” This was going to be a very entertaining family visit.


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

A Tragic End

Ah, Doreen! Once a glamorous model stepping out in the latest styles, she was now a decaying wreck. Instead of bright lights and swank restaurants, she spent her time in a muddy field, swilling beer and chain-smoking, gazing at the empty sky.

Was she remembering happier days? Did she miss the fragrant swish of a perfumed dress and the posh elegance of an exclusive club? Did her fans and boyfriends ever come to mind, or were these embers of a life enough for her? Frightening to think that this was all that remained. She used to be such a doll!



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

Introvert's Dilemma

Bob was an introvert, through and through, but he was blessed (or perhaps cursed) with the kind of charisma and good looks that drew all to him. No asymmetrical features or flab marred his Adonis-like body, and although he preferred to be alone, he could smile and charm with the best of them.

Beset at all sides by men and women clamoring for his presence, he fled the city, taking only a plain, bare chair. For days he drove through the countryside. Where could he find the solitude he craved?
















Now if only the damn birds would leave him alone!

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