Monthly Archives: September 2015
Little River: Ch 14
If you haven’t read the previous chapters of Little River, you can catch up here! “Caleb?” At the sound of Megan’s voice calling to him, Caleb swiped an arm across his eyes, before turning to scan the trees for his … Continue reading
Flashback Friday: Hindsight
Today, I have a poem for you. Poetry is not my wheelhouse, but I enjoy writing it just the same. I hope you enjoy it! Hindsight I looked back and saw myself, Less blameless than I thought. All righteous indignation … Continue reading
Little River: Ch 13
If you haven’t read previous chapters of “Little River”, you can catch up here! Jonathan hurried down the front porch steps, and walked down to the crumbling sidewalk. He had told Abby he was going for a walk, but he … Continue reading
Little River: Ch 12
If you haven’t read the previous chapters of Little River, you can catch up here! “Well, look who’s here!” Josiah Jackson called out from his seat on his father’s porch swing. Abigail pressed her sweaty palms against her blue jeans, … Continue reading
Flashback Friday: Calling
This isn’t much of a Flashback, since I just wrote this story yesterday. I wrote it from the prompt “…to see everything you’ve got…” for my writing group. I hope you enjoy it! If you do, please leave me some … Continue reading
Little River: Ch 11
If you haven’t read the previous chapters of Little River, you can get caught up here. “Jonathan?” Titus was surprised to find his brother standing on his doorstep. “Hey.” Jonathan had both hands plunged into the pockets of his khaki … Continue reading
Flashback Friday: Happiness Is
I’ve got something different for Flashback Friday this week. This is a poem I wrote some time ago. It’s not my typical style of poetry (I don’t usually rhyme), but I always liked this one. It makes me smile. I … Continue reading
Little River: Ch 10
If you haven’t read the previous chapters of Little River, you can check them out here. “I didn’t think you were coming.” Megan narrowed her eyes at Caleb as he approached her. She was sitting on the steps of her … Continue reading
Rachel Holbrook 