The Forgotten Island Sadje has tagged me to continue this story. Teresa started the story: Night had fallen on the Atlantic, James and Patrick leaned back against the barrels and ropes, looking up at the night sky. “Did you ever think we’d see this?” James smiled. “Not in a million years. Always figured the…
Category: fiction
#FF — last dessert
It was Lana’s second week at the hospice center. Her loss of appetite didn’t help her choke down small bits of the ill-prepared special diet prescribed for her condition. The morphine drip eased the pain but it didn’t kill her craving for one more bowl of butter pecan ice cream. Jimmy promised he’d bring some,…
#FTS 14 — The Island Getaway
Teresa Grabs wrote: The Island Getaway As soon as Liam read the advertisement, he knew the place was for him. Three-story newly renovated home on private island in the middle of Hidden Hollow Lake. Owner motivated to sell. “I will have it!” He scanned the ad for a contact number and phoned it immediately. To…
What do you see? 13 — Spark Saviors
After being cast adrift on the Great Sea for months, carried where the Western Trade Winds traveled, Mitsuki’s sailboat beached within a mile of her destination. She stepped gingerly ashore, then pulled the craft up and anchored it to a broken beam half-buried in sand. Sunlight was shifting to moonlight as Mitsuki stepped into the…
Daily Writing Prompt #20 — Croaked
Once upon a time… a young woman named Penelope took a stroll in the forest, like she usually did in the afternoons. It was early Spring. Crocus and lily-of-the-valley were in bloom, perfuming the trail upon which she walked. Birds were singing from treetops and spring peepers were calling from the pond. Inhaling deeply and…
#FFFC 50 — Clash
The image is from the New York Public Library at Unsplash.com. Liberty Theatre used to be a place where we could go to forget about our troubles. First there were the Nicklodean silents, then the talkies, and with the electronic age came digital film and special effects. No matter the media, we could lose ourselves…
Thursday Inspiration 39 — Flower Power
I have what they call Flower Power. It starts at the tip of my ratted lavender-scented bouffant and vines down to the tips of my squeaky yellow PVC boots. As I fly over spring terrain, my shimmery green silk cape sends sparkles everywhere that makes seeds germinate when my boyfriend hero, Sol, warms things up….
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