Tag Archive: Phyllis Moore

Friday Fictioneer: Toilet Paper

Ever have a slap-your-forehead-dah moment? I’ve been on the hunt for toilet paper, but was having trouble finding it. Then I remembered my next-door neighbor who lives on the other side of the… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #73

Great-great-grandfather came from Ireland, moved to America, bought several acres of land, and farmed it, all except for a clump of trees. His most treasured possession was a large box, which he placed… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Typewriter

“She was such an imaginative child. The stories she told, we thought she was lying about everything.” “Didn’t the doctor diagnose her as schizophrenia when she was a teenager?” “All those people in… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #69

  When little Alice thought she was safe; she stopped running and turned around. Her mother was tying to keep up, but she was eight months pregnant. “Mama, hurry,” Alice yelled. “I’m trying,… 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

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: Llama

Carol planned a week’s vacation in the Rocky Mountains. She bought a llama to help carry gear. Every day she and the llama went for a walk. Everyday Carol added a little more… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Carnivorous

“I’m not going in there!” Bobby yelled. “They’re plants,” Mom said. “They’re carnivorous plants. They’ll eat me.” “Where did you learn carnivorous?” “I Googled it.” “How did you know to Googled it?” “The… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: Bronzed

“Mommy, what is that?” “It’s a bird.” “Is it hovering?” “No, it’s bronzed.” “Why?” “So it doesn’t have to hover.” “Why doesn’t it fly?” “Because it’s attached to the pole.” “Doesn’t that hurt?”… Continue reading

2020 Goals

I’m a goal setter. When I don’t have a goal in mind, I become disorientated. Unfortunately, some goals take longer than others. That’s not a free tick to quit. It means goals need… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Never

“When hell freezes over,” he said. “I don’t think so,” I said. “You’ll meet some girl from some farm town and fall head over heals.” I was the only woman he’d brought home… Continue reading

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