Tag Archive: #phyllismoore

Friday Fictioneer: The Doll House

  “I thought you were going to sell that thing.” “I was, but it’s been in the family for generations.” “I’m the one who’s going to have to dust it.” “It will care… Continue reading

Destiny: Timeline

I was telling a girlfriend about my upcoming novella series, which covers over 4,000 years of history about the gods and mortals of Aghular. She asked if I had a timeline. I said… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Trading Dreams

Leaning against the windowsill, she watched the full moon. She’d been dreaming about fairies. Dreams inspired by her grandmother’s stories. Which made her wonder, what would it be like have wings and fly… Continue reading

Friday Fitioneer: The Krunkie

Krunkie was a little, hairy creature with a long, thin tail, who came from another world. When he saw his reflection in the mirror, he asked, “Who dat?” He couldn’t understand it was… Continue reading

Pegasus Colony: the Beginning

CAPTAIN’S LOG   WSC EAGLE Captain Richard Fontner Year 2144, November 1 Folded space is a success. We have traveled faster than light. It only took twelve years to travel twenty-seven light-years to… Continue reading

Too Many Phyllis Moores

There are 500 Phyllis Moores on Facebook. We come in all kinds of sizes, creeds and colors. Sometimes I think it would be fun to invite all of them to a party and… Continue reading

Still Writing

I have a girl friend who buys these booklets for me. I don’t know where she gets them, but they come in all kinds of colors. They’re not thick, maybe a hundred pages… Continue reading

Sunday Trees: 352

Becca hosts Sunday Trees, a blog dedicated to trees. Here is my entry: This week is about roots.

Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge: The Owl

Cee’s Odd Balls are those photos that really don’t fit into any category, or when photos are grouped together they appear to be odd. Here is my entry: I gave a panting to… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Sleepy Town

“Hey, Old Man, haven’t seen you in a while.” The old man scratched his head. “You look confused, something wrong?” “Well, it’s just that I don’t remember any of this. I remember a… Continue reading

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