A Christmas in July--er, August story! Lily was so nervous. She looked in the mirror to see how her Christmas shirt had come together, but the present sitting on her bed, the floofed green tissue paper standing at attention caught her eye instead. That was what she was nervous about. But not her sweater. Well, … Continue reading Squids and Sweaters and Gifts, Oh My!
#FlashFictionFriends inspired by Sarah Dessen titles I gasped when I saw the prompts of #flashfictionfriends for June. Sarah Dessen and her stories have my heart forever and ever. The novel Along for the Ride is about Auden visiting her dad and stepmom and baby sister for the summer in a small beach town in North … Continue reading “Along for the Ride”
Jumping back into #flashfictionmagic! Lila settled down on the dock, legs dangling over the edge, she wrapped one hand around the nearest post and leaned way out over the edge to peer into the water. “What are you looking for?” James asked, sitting down beside her. “You never know what lives down there.” “Lila, we’ve … Continue reading Beneath the Surface of the Lake
Who is Mrs. Grumplestone to you? 🙂 Mrs. Grumplestone was in fact not a grump at all. It was guilty by association. When you were new (ish) to town and the word “grump” was a prominent part of your name, the definition of the word attached itself to the human. “Stone” on the other hand—now … Continue reading Mrs. Grumplestone’s Visit
This story started out as a contemplative beach scene. Then it became a story about a miniature tabaxi, Kettle, finding a mermaid on an island. And that's what I was set on refining for this week's story, but on the way home from the fair, I listened to "Long Live" by Taylor Swift. My favorite line is: "...for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world" and I wondered if I could write a story about a band and name their song "Washed Ashore." I shared the idea with Ant and he was intrigued by it! So I ran with it and you have the story you just read. It's magical to me what two words can become and how many ideas can come from just two words.
The first in a series simply called #flashfictionmagic over on social media The imp’s long read fingers gripped the rusted clock, cracking the glass face, the roman numerals— Did they just quiver? Sasha stared as the VI actually tilted backward and slipped out from under the glass. “What?” she gasped; hands clenched at her side. … Continue reading Tick Tock
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