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When did we last live so freely?

The children exited the red school doors, and ran to our arms for a double hug, each balancing on one … More

Story Time Sunday #53

Dear Readers, This week’s flash fiction story reexamines the true nature of bravery. It was inspired by a photo taken … More

Story Time Sunday #52

“Passengers, pardon the interruption, but we will need to make an emergency landing due to severe weather.”  I’m a few … More

The Plunge

“It’s lopsided.” “Better?” I shift the shield over Brenda’s eyes. Adjust her metal cave. Clank on the side a few … More

Story Time Sunday #51

Today’s story is a bit of flash fiction inspired by this photo from April 21st of Flemish Minister-President Jan Jambon … More

Story Time Sunday #50

Dear Readers, I was all set to post the silliest of flashes today and realized that this is my fiftieth … More

Silver Stallion to the Rescue

This is a bit of brevity penned for Fandango’s Story Starter #43 I would have happily married Darlene if it … More

Story Time Sunday #7 The Hunt

Happy Easter Story Time Sunday! Today, I’m resharing a fresh Easter flash fiction that I conceived on my bike ride, … More

Story Time Sunday #48

Dear Readers, It appears my mind has been traveling outer space this past week, perhaps in search of an escape … More

The Awakening

Today’s storytime is a departure from my usual far-fetched tales of fantasy and speculative fiction. This is a tragic, gritty, … More

Story Time Sunday #46

Dear Readers, Today’s micro-fiction was written in response to the photo below, and well, with a strict word count, which … More

Story Time Sunday #45

This week’s story time was inspired by a photograph of Buddhist monks attending the Makha Bucha celebrations at the Wat … More

The Sweetest Sacrifice

This week’s story is inspired by an eerie photograph taken in Blagoevgrad, Bulgaria on February 10th depicting a faithful group … More

Story Time Sunday #43

I am often inspired by photography, and this week’s story was inspired by a photograph found in The Atlantic of … More

Just Left There to Float

Today’s story has few words, but a lot to say. I hope you enjoy this flash-forward. I penned it last … More

Story Time Sunday #41

“Southerners don’t do well on just dry land,” Daddy said, while Mommy fanned herself faster and faster, but it made no difference, her Sunday makeup continued to melt. August heat was a wildfire.

Story Time Sunday #40

Twenty dollars and a toad, I told myself handing over the ticket and locking myself in the creaky metal tub … More

The Tree Man

The snow flowered overhead like cotton constellations daubing the wound of the cleared forest. Most of the trees were plucked, … More

Commander of Cheer

The hat ripped off in warp drive leaving patches of barren head and scattered silvery strands. His wrapping-paper eyes still … More

Towards the Dawn

Battered women have a tenseness to them. Huddled in a circle at the monthly support meeting, our shoulders connect, stiff … More

A Good Haul

I take out a garment bag, unzip the front to find a burgundy evening gown. Bingo. Let that fabric breathe. … More

My First Frost

Story Time #29

A blogger friend sent me this photo for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #386, and I found it too tempting to … More

Happy Youbirthday

Rays of light filtered through the trees revealing a hidden meadow of doors. Rodney stepped out from his hiding place … More