Fall 1978, Near an Appalachian mining town Driving up a narrow and curvy country road she is apprehensive. Her fiance had proposed only a month ago, in a few more months they’ll be wed. She has the same questions that most young women have before making the big plunge. Maybe a few doubts. The factContinue reading “Spirited Visions”
This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #12 The rules are simple. Minimum 50 words, max 250, in multiples of 50. Using the pic or the following phrase or both. ‘He still wanted to go there, one way or another, and to find that brunette, if she existed’ Thanks Deb Whittam ‘That’s whenContinue reading “50 Word Thursday #12”
The wood, burning in the stove sends a slight crackle into the room. Steam rises invitingly, from the coffee cup, setting on the hand carved wooden table. It is a frosty morning in the hills. The mountain holds a treasure, coveted in this region. One that propels industry. Harvesting this dirty fuel, is never moreContinue reading “Appalachian Gold”
This is my attempt at 50 Word Thursday #11 Thank you Deb Whittam Along with the photo above, the following phrase serves as a prompt. ‘If I’d stopped to think I might not have done it, but fury is a great disregarder of caution.’ The rules are simple. Write something, poem, short story, anything,Continue reading “50 Word Thursday #11”
Ya know how they say “there was something about her eyes”? In this case it was so true. Eyes that whisper, you will never make the cut. She entered the scene long and wavy in all the right places. There he is. He’ll be swimming in heartache by dawn, and he hasn’t even bothered lookingContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Derailed”
50 Word Thursday #10 The image above and the following phrase, were prompts for this weeks exercise. “Whatever presence it was that had been observing her as she made her way through the woods, it was now pursuing her.” This is my humble entry. Thanks Deb Whittam Out in these thick trees, in theContinue reading “50 Word Thursday #10”
This is my attempt at the 50 Word Thursday #9 prompt. This week’s quote: “He was the stuff schoolgirl dreams were made of. Unfortunately, she was no longer a schoolgirl.” Rounding the corner from the elevator, she saw him. He was the stuff schoolgirl dreams were made of. Unfortunately, she was no longer a schoolgirl.Continue reading “50 Word Thursday #9”
50 Word Thursday#8 He studied for most of the evening. Finishing the stack of books Mrs. Cavanaugh loaned him. No closer to an answer, than when he started. He stretched his arms yawning. Then he pushed himself back from the reading table at which he had been seated and rubbed his eyes wearily.