Really, It Wasn’t My Fault!

Photo from Morguefile Without the rancor I felt at my driving being criticized, I reminded my dear one that I wasn't the one at fault For this debacle that we found ourselves in right now, But he took my righteous anger with a grain of salt. Mapquest had told me to go east at the... Continue Reading →

The Tourist Guides from Hades!

Shay, the blonde tourist guide from Hades, called to us with that infernal bell. By the end of the tour, I was wishing to place that bell in you know where! All of us wanted to remain another hour at the Rijksmuseum, a wonderful landmark in Amsterdam, but our plaintive cries went unheeded, because she... Continue Reading →

Voices Upraised in Majesty and Love

From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie “Do you hear the people sing?” Carol listened harder, and she could just make out a sound so wonderful that she ran towards it. Joe shouted, Come back!" But, she was enthralled as she ran up to the barricades and saw people of all races with hands joined and singing with majesty... Continue Reading →

Be Careful When the Canary Sings!

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 →

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