
So I’ve been doing some character work for my WIP recently. I continue to be amazed at what I don’t know
TWELVE DAYS ~ TWELVE PROMPTS ~ TWELVE STORIES What: Flash Fiction Blog Hop When: December 25, 2012 through January 5, 2013 Word Count: 200 to 300 words Theme: Gifts The Theme Prompts & How To Use Them Write a flash fiction story for each day that combines the concept of gifts with the prompt for the…
Earlier this month, we offered up the challenge to sully Santa’s sterling reputation! You took that idea and ran with it in directions only the truly twisted literary mind could conjure! Kudos!! Now it’s time reap the rewards of your inky hijinks!! You have twelve hours to garner the Fan Fave vote, so go forth…
Christmas Eve. Snow falling, Lights twinkling. Santa stumbling. Wait. Stumbling? I pulled over and rolled down the window. “Never known you to drink, Santa.” “Was just a cuppa holiday cheer, officer,” he said, in a merry voice just this side of slurry. “I can’t let you wander the streets in this condition. Come on, let’s…
While watching season three, episode five of Syfy’s “Haven” I had a real “AHA!” moment, in which I could see screenwriter Laurie Hutzler’s ETB character types become real and tangible. I’ve been studying Hutzler for some time but never been confident enough to try an analysis on my own, so I’m feeling excited and nervous about sharing…
Outside, snowflakes dusted the windowsills and sidewalks. Inside, the crackling fire and twinkling Christmas lights splashed a warm glow on the walls. The man in front of the fireplace appeared curiously relaxed, considering that there was a shotgun aimed at his crotch. The cause of the trouble hung in the kitchen doorway: a ball…
A SLIGHT MISHAP The campus was overrun with licentious coconut slathered baboons. Not real baboons, mind you, just men acting with all the intrinsic animalistic focus of their furry cousins. Somewhere, the love potion experiment had taken a wrong turn, more like fell down a mineshaft to hell and boomeranged back to knock her…

Moon reflect your light tonight Darkness chokes my thoughts Pleading heart for sense and reason Soul broken so distraught Heavy burden self inflicted Wary murmurs echo poison Bathe me in your tranquil beam Turn my nightmare to sweet dream. Paul Lonergan (2012) I chose this short poem simply because it is my most popular,…

Every Christmas for decades, our mother makes the same speech, which begins like this, “I know that some families go all out and spend big money on big presents, but we’re not one of those families… “ invariably, this is the point where someone will stop her because we’ve all heard the speech enough times…
I have a confession to make. I enjoy reading food articles, I love finding new recipes. I have fun puttering in the kitchen. BUT I don't write about cooking. Well, not in the traditional way. Not in the expected non-fiction way. Every time I get hopped up on foodie reading it translates into: Foodie Fiction Elaborately Rewritten…