The Reluctant Prophet

#BlogBattle brought to you by Rachael Ritchey, author of the Beauty Thief The prompt this week is prophet. Genre: Fantasy YA Word Count: 1000 The Reluctant Profit By Tracey Delaplain Moiré lifted her cloak and stepped over the beckoning puddle, hesitating just long enough to catch her reflection. “Don’t look. Do not look,” she chided…

Whiskey For My Men

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan Whiskey For My Men “Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses,” a sleeve against his mouth Max swallowed the fire and reached for his guitar. The usual camp noises were muffled: a rustling of bedrolls and saddles, the horses chewing on the day’s events, a soft bellow from a…

A Party for Annie

A Party for Annie “Annie wants a birthday party with balloons. Six year olds like pink cake and ballerinas,” Jill instructed, her voice trailing off in a drug induced slumber. Owen peered over the bed rail at his crumpled wife and he dialed his sister’s cell phone. Answering on the first ring Cheryl’s speech was…

“Pierre’s Secret” #BlogBattle, #FlashFiction

My first blog competition and I won, actually Piere won. It was his story. A new writing challenge from Rachael Ritchey author of The Beauty Thief. The theme is Musk. Fancy a challenge? Try writing a short story starring musk. Pierre’s Secret Pierre ducked beneath the ancient wooden counter as the beaker exploded, spewing its…

Sailing in Alaska with Sound Sailing, The Princess Addition

  This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. John Muir There is…

Exit The Page – Friday Fictioneers

Mr. Edwards stumbled over a capital letter as he retreated. He had been written as a one-dimensional minor character and the dusty pages had tormented him for a century. A hasty decision, he exited exactly 100 words past his introduction.

It’s All About The Art

It’s All About the Art “You’ll love Burning Man,” he’d said, free spirits, people stripped bare of their complicated lives, amazing art.” “What’s not to love? The infamous blowing playa dirt caked in every crack, the wack-a-doodles, the ridiculous sequins and feather boas that stick to your skin in the Nevada heat,” Prudy sneered wiping sand…