Friday Fictioneers: What’s That?

“Wow. Cool rocks. They’re too big for a river to have worn them down. Did you find them in the ocean?” Seamus asked. “Not ocean. Not rocks. Eggs,” Krunkie said. “Eggs? But they’re… Continue reading →

Sunday Photo Fiction: No One Seems to Mind

The pup was the only building in the forest. Hunters stopped to and from the hunt. They stayed to play cards, listen to the music, hear tall tales, and drink the finest beer… Continue reading →

Destiny: New Plot:Timeline

This might be a familiar photo for those who follow this post. This is The Destiny Series timeline. The white cards along the middle are the actual timeline. All other cards build on… Continue reading →

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: The Web

Crimson’s Creative Challenge posts a photo prompt each week to inspire our creativity. Here is my short story: “She did this? But why?” “A butterfly got caught in the web and the spider… Continue reading →

Sunday Photo Fiction: Last Boat and Then Some

Sunday, mid-morning, and a boat filled with happy, but reluctant passengers motored out unto the ocean heading for the mainland. “Last boat to leave,” Sasha said with a tired sign. “End of tourist… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Goddess Sleeps

She was never supposed to tell, but the secret was too great. She covered her eyes and slept. They built a town around her in her honor. Now it was time to wake… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: The Plug of Life

“I am ZXEARTUS. Come to stand at the Plug of Life, annihilate scum called life, and start over.” “NO! I’ve come to stand at the Plug of Life to start over with a… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Traveling

“Come one, come on.” She impatiently pulled me through the terminal until we reached the gate, then she released me and ran to the widow to stare wide-eyed at the planes. She reminded… Continue reading →

One Park at a Time: Rice Creek

It was a dreary day for a bike ride. I went anyway. The sun was trying to burn its way through, but the clouds were not letting him. This was the kind of… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Moma

Moma taught me her ways. She saved her cures in a collection of colored bottles on the shelf. She cured their diseases, ulcers, arthritis, and memory lose. They thought she was a little… Continue reading →