A Flushed Bride’s Sister

The morning after, Sharla cracked open her bloodshot eyes. Crusty drool. Polluted breath. Throbbing head. Telltale signs of certain impropriety. Peeking over her shoulder, she cringed at the mystery mass burrowed under the sheets.

She remembered last night’s music and dancing, a celebration of her sister’s marriage. The fifth tequila shot erased the lines of decorum. Continue reading

Sand, the Moon and Toilets: Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge

Things have been a little too serious around here lately. We need a little nonsense to balance it out. Plus, I need to live up to my blog name once in a while.

This is my first time participating in Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge. I’m known for being odd, so I should fit right in. All these weird and whimsical photos were taken at random times and in random places. Continue reading

Learning to Dance Again

Some of you were probably expecting a continuation of The Accident serial I started a few weeks ago. I’ve decided to take a break and write something new this week for the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

While some of you might be disappointed, others are likely relieved that they don’t have to be burdened with multiple story parts. It was getting difficult to effectively write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end, while continuing the plot from the previous weeks. Plus, I don’t think I was being fair to my readers. We all have busy lives and limited time to read.

With that, now that I’ve planted the seeds of murder in your minds, I’m going to work on a longer version of the story. Detectives Leale and Archer and the mysterious Copycat will emerge in the future and all will be revealed. Continue reading

Six Stories with Six Words: Fire

I’m on fire! Well, at least my six, six-word stories are on fire, and by that, I mean they’re actually stories based on the word Fire. Once a month, on the 6th, Adam Ickes posts a writing prompt containing six words, and it’s our mission to write up to 10 six-word stories using one or more of the given words. This month the choices were: Weather, Fire, Pain, Pleasure, Ink, Purple.

Obviously, I chose Fire. I may have taken a few liberties in my interpretation of that word, but I’m not known for being predictable. I hope you enjoy these six smoldering tales of rage, rejection, and ridicule.

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The Accident, Part 4: Copycat

I’ve been absent from my blog for a couple of weeks and unfortunately missed last week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Life does get in the way sometimes. I’m back, at least for this week’s photo prompt.

I would like to thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for always being the gracious and diplomatic host to well over 100 creative (and sometimes temperamental) writers. Her job is not easy. I want to say that I appreciate all the effort and time she puts into the prompt, her weekly story, and the many, many comments and “Likes” to all. She is a generous person. Continue reading