Category Archives: Fiction

17 in ’79 {Haiku Friday, Friday Fictioneers, Velvet Verbosity}

      First love (lust) is sweet. Midnight phone calls, hearts pounding between the kisses. Haiku Friday with my friend Lou of LouCeel.  C’mon Join in!      Copyright – Danny Bowman He knew he might wake her but he just needed to tell her. So he slid a quarter into the metallic hole…

The Beau of the Blue Hairs {Write on Edge, Studio30+, Trifecta}

This image courtesy of F3D3.86 via Flickr Creative Commons     Mr. Abernathy had a deliberate gait. He did not stride or stroll. Instead his walking stick tapped out his arrival like Morse code on the linoleum near the nurse’s station. His bow tie was magenta, a crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath a…

Keeping The Piece (Haiku Friday, Friday Fictioneers, 100 Word Challenge)

Sit awhile with me. Sipping cocktails, divulging all your sweet secrets. Joining my wonderful friend Lou of LouCeel for Haiku Friday. 17 syllables of sweetness. Join us:  c’mon you know you want to.       Picture: Copyright by the talented Ted Strutz I watch her stir the drink with her fingertip and then trace…

Embrace the Hue {Write on Edge /Studio30+}

    Hattie couldn’t breathe; just the simple act of inhaling and exhaling air was draining her energy. The phone hung loosely in her hand and she stared at it, even as the far away voice coming through the speaker continued its tirade of vicious, hateful words. She apologized, fought back, even cajoled with a…

April Fool? {Master Class/Trifecta}

April woke up, startled and half dressed. Reaching up to scratch her temple she gasped when her fingers got tangled in a mess of synthetic blonde curls until she remembered the costume party last night. Tugging at the flimsy sheet she slid it from under her sleeping partner and wrapped it around herself. Wandering around…

A Restless Night {The Path You Choose/ Bree’s Side}

  Gabrielle woke up groggy.  The feeling was  reminiscent of college hangovers but she was sure she’d never finished her martini last night. Oh she moaned, holding her head in her hands as she remembered the car ride home with Bud in the back of the Limo.Champagne on an empty stomach was never a good…

A Look Inside the Process {A Game of Tag}

 (how it all started)    1.) I was “tagged” by the BRILLIANT Rox of Unintentionally Brilliant. Please go over and read about her WIP (Finding Agnes). It sounds incredible and I cannot wait to read it. I was also tagged by the AMAZING, TALENTED, ‘WRITER OF FICTIONS’ Cameron D. Garriepy author of Closing Shift, Requiring…

That’s Not How I Remember It {The Path You Choose: Bree}

Gabrielle held her breath and clutched her stained dress as Steven walked toward them, the air so heavy that even Devin stood stony and still behind the bar. “Hey Honey” She directed at her fiancé, hoping her voice would shake the awful tension of the room. “Sweetheart” he acknowledged, but kept walking until he was…

Lucky in Love? {Trifecta, Write on Edge}

Leo Pontevorvo’s name was misleading and that posed a problem. At eighteen, his voice had finally settled into the baritone that it had flirted with since eight grade and his 6’1 frame was sinewy and muscular, complimenting his chiseled face and light blue eyes that seemed to waver between the hue of the sky and…

The Answer to My Prayer May Require a Miracle {Master Class/Studio 30+}

Maisy tossed the bread back onto the shelf and then grabbed hold of it, using it as leverage to pull herself to her feet. She rubbed her aching hip, the collateral damage of years of insistence on wearing three inch heels. Reduced to kitten heels in her sixties; she still clucked her tongue in judgment…

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