When the women go a-walking, All they want is safety and peace. They want to savor the moments Of joy and beauty as stress release. But, men trained to act as wolves, Ravenous and lacking in any respect, Think women should smile and blush, Appreciating when they try to connect. Some men can't see women's... Continue Reading →
Held captive by people who wanted to use his boat to conceal drugs, Alan had to find a way to save himself. What had started as a simple cruise had turned into a nightmare! Thieves had chosen to stage a coup for his boat. He'd resisted their attempts to climb aboard the boat from a... Continue Reading →
Patty wanted to scream! As she watched the tanned man with the withered hand and an impish smile that belied his age attempt to release the elastic band on the box of copier paper with just enough flair to impress the younger female assistants, she so wanted to cave in and go do it herself!... Continue Reading →
Being lied on brought such misery. Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story prompt from My Ramdom Ramblings. The prompt for Saturday, November 23, 2019 is Misery.
Photo by Kalhh at Pixabay.com Kathie hated visiting Aunt Betsy's house. It was the only time she had "accidents" in the night. Mother told her that her cousins weren't afraid to go to the outhouse. Kathie responded, "Mother, the ghosts know them, but they don't know me. Who lives in a cemetery, anyway?" (275 characters)... Continue Reading →
Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for First Line Friday. He came down from the mountains as autumn aged, before the paths could pile with snow and the bridges bowed with ice. He had needed time away from people, even well-meaning ones like his family. They wanted to help him grieve the loss of his dear Molly,... Continue Reading →
Uncertainty strong, she fled the altar! Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings. The prompt for today is Uncertain.
My daughter, Jan, had a crush on little Bobby Bird, who lives down the street. They attend the same school. I caught her trying to write him a letter, and I realized the seriousness of her infatuation by the copious sheets of balled up paper in the wastebasket. I said to her, "Jan, darling, you... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pexels at Pixabay,com What do I say to her? I want her to love me again, but the right words just won't come. The pen seems permanently suspended off the sheet of paper. You know, it's ironic that I didn't lack words when I was calling her ugly names and falsely accusing her... Continue Reading →
