Monthly Archives: July 2015

Flashback Friday: Meeting Mary Malone

I wrote this short story last year, and it is one of my all-time favorites. I like it so much, I’ve thought about expanding it into a novel someday. I got one of my favorite complements about my writing  in … Continue reading

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Little River: Ch 5

If you haven’t read the first four chapters of my “Little River” serial, you can catch up here. Jonathan turned the steering wheel to make a hard right onto the gravel driveway that led to his sister’s house. The gravel crunched … Continue reading

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Flashback Friday: Conqueror

  This piece is another short vignette from a writing exercise. I hope you like it. Conqueror   Nauseated, I stood on the edge of the bridge. I knew they were watching me. My big moment. My one shot at … Continue reading

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Little River Chapters 3 & 4

I missed a week of posting on Tuesday Serial, so this is just a post to combine chapters 3 & 4 for that site. Chapter Three Titus Schillings was tired. He was only thirty-four, but he felt at least ten … Continue reading

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Little River: Ch 4

If you haven’t read the first three chapters of my Little River serial, you can catch up here. Sweat dripped down Abigail’s back, as she flipped the burgers on the grill. She had left for home as soon as church … Continue reading

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Flashback Friday: “Beloved Wife”

This Flashback Friday piece isn’t super old and it’s not been published anywhere before. I am a part of a writer’s group, and each week we have a “writing jam.” We each draw a writing prompt…usually a phrase… from a … Continue reading

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Little River: Ch 3

To read the first two installments of “Little River”, click HERE.  Titus Schillings was tired. He was only thirty-four, but he felt at least ten years older. Twenty on a bad day. Physically, he was the picture of perfect health. … Continue reading

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