Writings

Writings
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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)

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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.