The Perhaps Bag
Please see the author’s note at the end.
“Hurry up, Anna,” Dad called. “I’m starting the car!”
Anna shoved her arms into her jacket. “Why do I have to go, anyway?”
“You love going to the airport,” her mother answered from the doorway.
“I love Grandma, but she’s so, I don’t know, strange.” Continue reading “Tale Number Eighty-Two – The Perhaps Bag”
Scene From a Novel
prompt: No prompt this time. This is a short scene from one of my unpublished (for now 😉 ) manuscripts. Please see the author’s note at the end.
The sound of the door shutting behind her seemed very final as it cut off the few street noises at that hour. In the sudden, uneasy hush, a scrabbling sound came from a shadowy corner. Rats. They came big in buildings like these but she didn’t flinch. She’d seen too many. Hell, she’d slept with too many to really care much about them. Continue reading “Tale Number Seventy-Six – Scene From a Novel”
photo by Rachel Larue (this is public domain but it’s lovely and I wanted to give her credit)
I’ll be on a quick little break over the Memorial Day Weekend but will return to post Tale Number Seventy-Four on Tuesday, May 30.
Have a wonderful weekend. 🙂
Please see the Author’s Note at the end.
“And just what do you suggest?”
There was no immediate answer from Brian, so Annie did her best to return her attention to Reverend Hoswich’s sermon. This was easier said than done, however, as the object of Brian’s ire, Uncle Patrick’s parrot, held forth once again. Continue reading “Tale Number Sixty-Nine – Untitled”
As you see, this is not a story of the sort you have become accustomed to seeing here. However, I would like to tell you a story of sorts. So, stay with me for a few minutes. I promise, you’ll see a regular story tomorrow. 🙂
Over the course of the last three months, I have posted stories of all different genres and styles. I have to tell you, this has been a complete blast for me. So. Much. Fun. It has been a challenge to my creativity unlike anything I’ve ever done. I’m really enjoying myself! I love the variety of prompts that have been sent to me by readers. They really have been the biggest challenges of all. I’m so grateful for that! I have also posted a few scenes and character studies from a couple of larger writing projects. I’m very fond of these, as well. They came from two very different manuscripts in two very different stages of development. These projects are what I want to talk to you about now. Continue reading “Important Author Update! New Posting Schedule (M-W-F) <3”
Ran So Far Away
prompt: a flock of gulls and a garbage dump Um, I think you ought to read the Author’s Note at the end, folks. 😉
“It’s all about paying our dues, man. All about the dues.”
“I call total bull shit on your dues, dude. This is all about a paycheck.”
“No, man. I mean it. It’s doing the time to earn the reward,” insisted Bo. “I’ve been thinking. We’ve done pretty well and I think we can start adding a couple of our songs toward the end of our last set.” He gave the other three guys a double thumbs up. “Because we earned it.” Continue reading “Tale Number Fifty-Five – Ran So Far Away”
prompt: Please see the Author’s Notes.
When Bart was a kid, he would go through all the cabinets in the house and collect anything that had reached its expiration date or any package that had been nearly emptied. Whatever he found, he’d haul out to an old shed in the back corner of the large yard which he’d taken over as his own particular Fortress of Solitude. There, he had created a laboratory patterned after the science labs he’d read about in books and comics. He had a hand-held magnifying glass, a collection of old canning jars, bowls of all materials, flatware odds and ends, a measuring cup, and a set of measuring spoons. He had several candles with mirrors propped up behind them for light and one particularly large, three-wick candle that served as his Bunsen burner. It took time to collect everything, but even at the age of nine, he was a devoted dumpster-diver and what couldn’t be found in the trash could generally be purchased from garage sales and the secondhand shop with a small portion of his weekly allowance. Continue reading “Tale Number Fifty-One – Leftovers”
I thought you might like to see a bit more of what happens after Brigid and Anail meet and talk. I have another scene with Anail, this time with Brigid’s granddaughter, Melinda, who is the current human Caretaker. Again, this was written as a small part of the larger story, but without a definite place or time in the action as yet. Time will tell. 😉
“Why didn’t you say something when I first met you?”
Anail kept his attention focused on the eagle owl chick in his hands, gently probing through the feathers of its wing as he searched for injury. After several minutes, he returned the tiny puff of feathers to the incubator nest. Then, he turned his silver gaze on Melinda. Continue reading “Tale Number Forty-Nine – Untitled”
This is a scene between two characters of a novel-length fantasy with which I have been dancing about. Brigid is a human but Anail is one of the fae folk. In her younger days, Brigid was the human liason to the fairy kingdom, a role now played by her granddaughter. They have been summoned by the fae queen to address a threatened attack against the human race. In this scene, Brigid sees Anail again for the first time in more than fifty years.
Brigid paused at the far end of the mews, the enclosures partially hiding her. Anail was moving through the mesh cages, cleaning, adjusting branches, and speaking to the birds as to old friends. His one-sided conversation made her smile.
“Now then, Thor. Budge over and let me trim away that dead branch. Aeryn, you should have finished that mole. You know I can’t let you hide pieces around your house, willy-nilly.” Continue reading “Tale Number Forty-Eight – Untitled”
prompt: Time flies when you’re having fun. Please see Author’s Note at the end.
Amanda paused to shift her overloaded messenger bag to the opposite shoulder before picking up her oversized coffee. She pushed her way through the overcrowded coffee shop and out onto the sidewalk where she was immediately overwhelmed by the traffic noise.
“Over, over, over, over…” she murmured to herself. “Everything in my life is running over. I’m overscheduled, overworked, overtired, and frankly, completely over it.” Continue reading “Tale Number Forty-Six – Over It”