Welcome to The Scheherazade Project!

Scheherazade spun a fanciful new tale each night to amuse the sultan and save her neck.  Clearly, the sultan was a fan of a good story.  Who isn’t?  The trouble is, we don’t always have as much time for stories as we’d like.

The stories here are the style known as “flash fiction,” “short-shorts,” or even “microfiction” (though, those tend to be VERY short), depending on who is defining it.  They’re meant to be like a snapshot rather than the whole photo album.  This gives you the chance to fill in the past and future of the story in your own way.  Often, you will notice a note about the “prompt” for the story.  This might be a word, phrase, or sentence which inspired the story.  It may or may not actually appear in the story.  Sometimes, the prompts are challenges given to me by friends and readers.  Other times, they are simply ideas that occurred to me.  If you have thoughts, questions, or would like to challenge me with a prompt, I’d love to hear from you!

Read on, and I will be your Scheherazade, here to tell you small tales you can enjoy on your break, at lunch, or on the bus or train – stories that fit into your day.

As completely crazy as this seems…

Greetings, Readers!

I’m sure this is beginning to sound like an empty promise to you all, but I haven’t given up on The Scheherazade Project, despite appearances.  I will be writing again.  Honest.  🙂

I could never have imagined recovery from the August car accident could take so very long.  I’m still not entirely back on my feet, though that comes closer every day.  Additionally, there have been all sorts of crazy, Real Life, family-related stuff that just added to the chaos around here.

However, it’s a new year (yes, it’s still January so it’s still a new year) and it’s going to be a better year.  Writing will happen again, story-telling will resume.  I’m sorry it has been such a long stretch of silence and I wish I could tell you exactly when the stories will reappear.  I can’t do that just yet and can only assure you they will, eventually, reappear.

In the meantime, be careful out there, my dears, and never miss the opportunity to spend time with the important people in your lives.  I say this because it bears repeating.  Really.



Quick Update


This is just to reassure you that The Scheherazade Project is still underway.  🙂

As I mentioned in my last update, there was a rather large car accident on August 2 and I spent just over two weeks in the hospital and rehab facility.  I am still working my way through the healing which has been a more involved process than I could ever have imagined.

However, I do hope to be writing again, soon.  As soon as I have some stories for you all again, I will resume posting to The Project.


See you soon!


Apologies and Explanations

Hello, everyone!

I’d like to apologize for the abrupt halt in the stories.  Unfortunately, my son and I were involved in a fairly serious car accident on August 2.  I am VERY thankful to report that my son suffered nothing more serious than some bumps and bruises.  I, however, spent the past sixteen days in the hospital and an acute rehab hospital to cope with a badly broken ankle and some broken ribs.

The good news is that there is nothing wrong that will not heal, given time.  I am very glad to be back home and I hope to return to posting stories before too much longer.  Frankly, I still spend quite a bit of time sleeping and there is still a certain amount of brain fog, I think.  😉

Thank  you all for your patience and I’ll see you soon with new stories to tell!



Tale Number Ninety-One – Moving On

Moving On


I don’t want to be here.  I can’t wait to move out of this house.  That sounds terrible, I know.  After all, it’s a beautiful old building.  I used to love it here but those days are gone and it’s time for me to move on.  Sometimes, that’s just the right thing to do, you know?  But I’m stuck.  I can’t go yet and it makes me crazy. Continue reading “Tale Number Ninety-One – Moving On”

Tale Number Ninety – Needle In the Haystack

Needle In the Haystack



When he got her call, Jim headed straight over to her house.  She didn’t answer the door, so he made his way around to the gate and let himself into the back yard.  She was there, piling the contents of several storage boxes into the stone fire pit that dominated her patio area.

“Ella?  What’s going on?”

“You’re just in time,” she answered.  “Come help me stack the rest of this stuff in here.” Continue reading “Tale Number Ninety – Needle In the Haystack”

Tale Number Eighty-Nine – The Grass Is Always Greener

The Grass Is Always Greener

Please see the Author’s Note at the end.


Buying her house was a big deal.  It was five years of careful planning and rigid self-control to save enough money for the down payment.  It was very important to Gina that she do it entirely on her own, as well.  Her parents had, of course, offered to help, as did her grandmother.  Gina appreciated it and loved them all for their enthusiasm for her plan, but she refused.  It was going to be her house, every square inch.  Continue reading “Tale Number Eighty-Nine – The Grass Is Always Greener”

Tale Number Eighty-Eight – Medusa


Please see author’s note at the end.


“Perhaps you should take one of your sisters.  The sun is near setting.”

“Mother, I’ll be fine.  I’m going to Athena’s shrine.  The goddess will protect me and I’ll be home before dark.”  Medusa smiled at her mother as she packed the food and coins of her offering into a leather bag.

“Mother’s right, you know,” said a voice behind her.  Stheno.  “You are not safe on your own.”

“I’ll be fine, sister,” Medusa answered, firmly.  “I go to pray to Athena.  I don’t require an escort for that.” Continue reading “Tale Number Eighty-Eight – Medusa”

Tale Number Eighty-Seven – The New French Chef

The New French Chef

Dan pushed his chair back from a table a few inches and patted his stomach appreciatively.

“Herb, that was an amazing meal,” he said.  “I mean it.  I go to restaurants at least four nights a week and I haven’t had anything as good as this meal in the past year.”

“Really?  Thanks,” said Herb.  He smiled almost shyly.  “I’m glad you liked it.  Cooking is a nice little hobby for me.” Continue reading “Tale Number Eighty-Seven – The New French Chef”

Tale Number Eighty-Six – My Command

My Command

prompt:  relatively painless


“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

Laurel glanced over at Brian’s smug expression and returned her attention to packing her messenger bag.

“I’m going home,” she said.  “Stick a fork in me.  I am officially done.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” said Brian.  “Any meeting you can walk away from is a good meeting.” Continue reading “Tale Number Eighty-Six – My Command”