Detective Chief Inspector Warren looked on the prisoner nicknamed among the cops as the Canary, whose real name was Wilton Marbury III. Wilton was spilling all of the supposed secrets of the latest bungled heist. But, DCI Warren wondered if they could believe anything the Canary said, as lying had passed as normal behavior for... Continue Reading →
We Wake Up from Nightmares: First Line Friday
Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare. Julia had stared out the window of the inpatient mental facility. She had wished so badly to be on the other side of the locked door. But, the panic attacks had just kept coming, and no medication cocktail seemed capable of stopping them... Continue Reading →
Knowing What’s Best: First Line Friday
“I gave up on feeling brave a long time ago.” Ginny was explaining to her friend, Leah, about her decision to not marry a man whom she didn't love. Yes, Keith was rich and outgoing, and marrying him would certainly be seen a a great thing for her, as her mother continues to remind her... Continue Reading →
Dreams Lost! Photo Challenge #313
Ronnie had spotted the wreckage of the small plane, and he'd called the Coast Guard to report it. He'd given all of the crucial information that allowed us to find it in the shallow waters. As we circled it in our boat, I wondered who the passengers had been and where they'd been headed when... Continue Reading →
Dreamers Make Great Lovers: Sunday Writing Prompt Collage
Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie My father said that Jack would never make anything of himself, as he spent so much time day-dreaming and little time actually doing. But, I loved sitting in his old goldish brown car listening to his poetry that seemed as sweet as candy hearts full of hugs and kisses. Jack made... Continue Reading →
Becoming One With The Sea
Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea. The doctor had said that one more season on the fishing boat would be his last, so he settled in at home. Although I loved him, he wasn't an... Continue Reading →
A Place for a Quiet Rest: Three Things Challenge
Martha looked contentedly out over the fields, listening to the buzzing of the honeybees. She had found a lovely house in which to spend her vacation, with a green garden filled with the most beautiful flowers that brought her soul rest. After spending six months working with a tumultuous crowd of people, the key to... Continue Reading →
The Dog Whom I Loved!
Yes, I wrote "whom" because Kasey, my beagle mix, was more like a human being than some of the people I knew! His bark was worse than his bite, but I think he liked making people think that he was fierce, howling when someone knocked on the door in the night. But, friends had only... Continue Reading →
The Old Red Lunchbox: A Short Story Attempt
I want to one day write short stories, so I thought I would try to pen one here. Any feedback would be appreciated. Sophia picked up the old red lunchbox and was disappointed to see that it looked quite ordinary for an object with supposedly special powers. As she listened to her mother's instructions regarding... Continue Reading →
