Puzzles with Breakfast Every morning I sit down with my breakfast and do an online jigsaw puzzle or two. I used to do a crossword puzzle printed in the morning paper until realized I was paying the price for delivered paper and the only thing I did was the crossword puzzle. I didn’t even read the news most of the…
or how do YOU decorate? The other night I was standing in the middle of the road (cause that’s how we do around here) talking to some neighbors. We are a chatty gossipy group and eventually, our attention turned to the holidays. After the usually are you ready yet? what are you doing etc. I mentioned that I was going…
Or how to make up for lost sleep The other day I got a call to come in and get my booster shot for Covid. So I did. The appointment was for 2:25 and there was a stern warning to not come early. So I didn’t. I should have though. The line outside was long. really long. It turns out…
The fog creeps in at night, covering the earth in a malevolent cloak, concealing the ne’er-do-well, stealing the stars from the sky until the morning sun sends the fog back to whence it came in wisps of reluctant tendrils, murmuring of things to come once the dark of night returns.
Or How My Sister Scared The Crap Out Of Me. Our house in Hawaii was a four-bedroom, two-bath home. It was large, but our family was large. My mom took one of the rooms as the master, then I and my little sister had one room, my three older sisters had the actual master and my brothers had the other…
Photo Prompt Short Story The Glasses is a short story I wrote for a photo prompt contest I was invited to enter. The photo itself was of a pair of round glasses sitting on what appears to be a bench with raindrops on them. It is nighttime as there are blurred lights behind the glasses and the picture is dark….
I was good at something, I was creative starting from a very young age. I was lucky to have a parent who encouraged that creativity and imagination. Besides all of the psychological and social benefits of being creative, it made me a happy kid. Give me some glue, some paper and leave me alone I would make something. Mom use…
Writing Club Prompt “Theme Song” @tlwhitaker 2019 “You are going to have to move.” He blurted out. The woman looked a bit confused. “Whatever for?” she replied. She was sitting in her chair, the one no one, but her, liked. That was fine, it was for her anyway. The floral fabric, loudly proclaimed that this was her throne, that no…
Surprising Back Story Surprising Back Story is the topic for this months writer;s club. I chose to write a true story rather than a fictional character although I took a lot of shall we say creative liberties. This even did happen over 30 years ago. While the gist and some of the details are still fresh in my mind, I…
Zara was stunned. Armad Bates was the director of the GCD. She had heard that people who met Armad Bates were never seen from again. People called him the Butcher
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