I moved into this web site about this time of year last year. At that point I was doing good to have just the blog up and running. I’ve learned a bit since then and have branched out a bit. For instance, I now have what they call a “static front page” on my site. I change out the material on it now and then. Here is some of what’s been there. 1. What I gave Mr. Al for Valentines […]
We left off with Empress Maria Theresa of Austria butting heads with her Emperor son, and that’s where we resume with week. “If I conversed only with my equals, I should have to spend my days in the imperial vault.” So wrote the Emperor Joseph. The truth was, while he believed that of himself, he didn’t think that anyone else was worthy of their positions. Time and again he lambasted those whom he felt held their positions because no one […]
Good morning, Alice. Thank you for having me over as a guest. My latest Time Guardian story is about to be released–June 25th. I’m extremely wired with this event. The reason I wrote this novel is one of those choices authors make… Hence, my focus on craft here today. So why did I write that story? SWORDSONG was the Time-Guardian novel I wrote after reading the earlier works of Karen M. Moning before my Time Guardians series was contracted for […]
“So beautiful. Doesn’t it make you want to do something?” She squeezed his hand. “Uh-huh.” “Pft. I know. You want to study them.” “No. I want to visit them.” Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Jill: Honey, I don’t think I can take another step. These shoes are killing me. Look. They’ve turned my feet purple! Jack: How can you tell? Today’s theme is purple Previously in Jack and Jill: 6 Feet Under The rules for Photohunt can be found here. Be sure to visit the home page.
Ohgodohgodohgod! Lisa knew Tracy was going to do something crazy to Ben or Gene, but she couldn’t imagine what, and had to stand there helpless, watching what ever it was just like when they were little kids. For several minutes Lisa and Tracy stood behind the couch watching the TV over Ben and Gene’s heads. Then a commercial came on, and Tracy made her move.
Martin never thought he’d see the day when Charlotte, the hair dresser, would dump him in the desert. He could still smell the orange crème yogurt she’d tried to feed him in their Vegas bathroom before taking that slow ride to abandonment. Now he’d have to live on flies. Maybe he shouldn’t have bit her. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, […]