This week I’m sharing with you the first installment of a short story I wrote for my writer’s group. They got a chuckle out of it. Hope you do, too! The Secrets of the Mud Room For long as I could remember, my great-aunt Sharon refused to use her back door, the one that led
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Here’s a short piece I wrote in response to the prompt “About face.” I’m beginning to think this could be the start of a novel. What do you think? About Face Jenny never could say for sure why she made the abrupt about face that day. Whatever it was, it surely saved her life.
A short story about a family argument that started because one person’s perception of the other was wrong. The argument started simply enough. “Now don’t be mad at me,” she said. You know that whenever someone leads with that line, you’re not going to like what they have to say next. It’s kind
This month my writer’s group chose “there was a knock at the door” for our writing prompt. For some reason, my mind went to a foggy night. Enjoy! The mist rose, slowly advancing, blotting out the shapes of the trees that lined the driveway like so many soldiers guarding a roadway. In the daylight,
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My writing group holds a poetry contest each year. The rules are simple: write a poem on a given theme. This year’s theme is “Holidays.” This is what I came up with: As the Year Ends Wind blows cold and Wind blows fierce. Cheeks grow red and rough. Snow drifts gently, Snow piles
This month my writer’s group came up with the prompt “between the falling leaves and the first snowflakes.” Here is where my imagination took that: It happened in a blink of an eye, like the time between the last leaf and the first snowflake. I know, some years we go a few weeks after the
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Not a true story. As long as I could remember, my great-aunt Sharon never used her back door, the one that led from her kitchen to the back yard. Summers, she’d fill that back yard with a massive vegetable garden, growing everything from tomatoes to okra, onions to watermelons. I don’t think there’s a vegetable
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Last week I shared Part 1 of “Mischief.” Read on for the conclusion: Karen’s roommate Judy was incensed over the way Jeff had treated Karen. He’d even been talking marriage, then came up with a lame reason to break things off. Judy felt Jeff needed to be taken down a peg or two. She seized
When challenged to write a story on the theme of “mischief,” I didn’t have to think too hard. Here’s part 1. Jeff dumped Karen, or so they told me. She, of course, was devastated. After all, she was pushing 26 and felt it was high time she got
Community matters. This is a lesson I’m learning more and more. My writing group is a great example. Each month we write to a prompt. While some of our efforts are *ahem* unpolished, to be polite about it, I learn a lot about the different directions everyone takes the same thought. This month’s prompt was
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