Crisp multicolored leaves,
Dancing in the autumn breeze.
Floating gently to the ground,
Then hastily raked into a mound.
Children run, taking a leap,
Safely landing in the heap.
Giggles permeate the air,
as leaves scatter everywhere.
Reds, yellows, oranges, obscure green,
Painting a picturesque scene.
Happy Fall! And Happy Reading!
No classic move today! I've been MIA lately, but I've been working on getting my new mystery ready for release. I'm also working on other projects, and with my work hours being a bit different lately, I get behind on my blog.
The Bindlestiff Mystery will be available on Kindle later this month. I'm still working on getting it uploaded for other stores, too!
As the story unfolds, prepare to be captivated by unexpected twists and turns.
You'll find this book on Amazon Kindle October 28th for $2.99.
I'll post other links as they become available. When I upload for other stores, it takes a bit longer for other sites to publish the e-book.
Happy Reading!
Stinky Ol' Pig is a story about Percy, a curious little piglet who overhears a private conversation between some of the other farm animals.
One farm animal, Mr. Lamb, has some unpleasant things to say about pigs and how dirty pigs are. Percy decides he doesn't want to be a stinky old pig, so he finds some sweet-smelling honeysuckle to wallow in.
Mom takes Percy aside and explains that all animals are different and pigs are made to wallow in the mud and cool off.
So, where'd this idea come from? I'm not 100% sure why I chose pigs. I wanted to write a different type of animal story for children, so when pigs came to mind I came up with a pig who wants to smell nice.
Now, working off that, I had to decide why he didn't want to stink, and how he and Mama Pig would deal with the issue. I think writing it this way teaches children a few concepts:
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Time: Does fate control our lives, or do we have some
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Deja Vu: Alicia learns it's not so much what you wish for,
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I'd appreciate it if you read it and would like to leave a review!
Happy Reading!
In Sudden Fear Crawford plays, Myra Hudson, a wealthy playwright who falls in love with the wrong man.
Myra meets her future husband, Lester Blaine (played by Jack Palance), when he is cast as the leading man in one of her new plays. She doesn't think he's right for the role and is fired from the production. However, the play ends up being a hit!
Before leaving, he does have a few choice words for her, but nothing hateful. Lester and Myra later meet up while traveling by train, and the two fall in love. Watching the scenes of the two on the train together, you might suspect Lester to be anything but genuine, but you'd be wrong.
Myra marries Lester, and everything seems fine until his ex-girlfriend Irene shows up. It's only then that viewers realize how deceitful Lester truly is.
The movie takes a terrifying turn when Myra unknowingly leaves the recording machine on in her study. When she plays back her recording from the following evening, she hears Lester and Irene discussing her murder.
Myra is frightened but remains calm and devises a plan for revenge against the two. Although the plan doesn't go as expected, I believe it ultimately benefits Myra.
I don't want to spoil the movie for anyone who hasn't seen it. There's so much more to it than what I've written. I've watched it multiple times, but the suspense is best experienced the first time.
My take on it is this. Lester wanted revenge on Myra because she had him fired, so he set out to marry her and take everything she had.
I love how suspenseful this movie is. Old movies have the best camera angles and music to thrill the audience. Joan Crawford's facial expressions and dramatic acting are at their finest!
The director, David Miller, did an excellent job. I'd say this film is comparable to one directed by Alfred Hitchcock.
The frantic vibes you get from the characters along with the music keep you at the edge of your seat.
Sudden Fear is an exceptional film if you enjoy suspense/thrillers. And the ending, in my opinion, was the perfect outcome for Myra!
Happy Reading!
Big Sis told me it was a pill
I swallowed it while I was ill
Later she admitted with glee
It was a seed planted inside me.
My heart raced, I had to know
Would this seed inside me grow?
I felt my belly begin to rise
I imagined myself made into pies.
I screamed, I cried, I went frantic
I hollered for Momma in a dreadful panic
She raced to see what the fuss was about
I hollered, “Momma get it out!”
Momma sat at the edge
of my bed
And calmed me down by rubbing my head.
What is it that has you filled with such fear
I pointed at my belly, “A seed in here.”
Momma laughed and said you’ll be fine.
A seed won’t grow without soil and sunshine.
I looked up at her and asked, “Is this true?”
She smiled and asked, “Would I lie to you?”
She was right about Momma’s not lyin’
I wiped my tears and stopped my cryin’
I’d get even with Sis for her little trick
Just wait til’ next time she gets sick.
Happy Reading!
I'm back! And feeling a bit better. 💪
Today's story is "One Man's Trash." The story is in my Ebook, Stories to Wrap Your Mind Around: Volume 3
You can also find the book at this link
The stories in this volume include:
Grandma's Scrapbook: Grandma’s bags are packed, and she is
ready for a death vacation.
Destination...3009: Jim finishes building his time machine and is ready to see what advances the future has to offer, but he is stunned
by what he doesn't find.
My Friend, Clarence: Jeremy knows intimate details about the
murders of several young girls. He claims his friend, Clarence, is the perp.
The only problem--Clarence is Jeremy’s imaginary friend,
The Weed Whisperer: Simon is a gardening guru. Weeds never
dare to grow in his garden or flowerbeds, but Simon learns that weeds will
attack if provoked.
One Man's Trash: Sometimes a good deal isn't always what it
seems.
I wrote this for a contest on Writing.com. The prompt was a horror story involving a hat. So, I'm not great at straight-out, scary, spine-chilling horror, but If I can sprinkle in a little dark humor, I'm in. ❤😊
The story revolves around two friends, Ryan and Dan, who find an interesting old hat left behind in their new rental apartment. The duo soon find out the hat is evil, and once it's on your head... Well, you have to read the story to find out!
Sometimes, people leave things behind or throw them out for a reason. So, the old adage about one man's trash being someone else's treasure may not always be true! And that's where the idea for this story originated in the interworking of my brain.
The story is light horror, sprinkled with some dark comedy.
Here's an excerpt:
“The last tenants left some stuff. Mr. Lang said he’d come by and get it later this week,” Ryan yelled from the bedroom.
“It’s got little pieces of masking tape on everything.
Twenty-five cents...a dime...this stuff came from a garage sale or something.”
Dan rummaged through the boxes.
Ryan came running back down the hall. “Don’t touch
that stuff. It’s not ours.”
“Look at this cool hat. Twenty- five cents.” Dan put
it on his head. “Look at me, I'm Frosty the snowman.”
“Cut it out, Dan. Put that stuff back.”
“Abracadabra,
alakazaam!”
“You’re not funny, put it back.”
“I can’t, it
won’t come off my head.” Dan pulled at the hat. “I said cut it out.”
“Ryan, dude, I’m not joking, and it’s squeezing my
head.”
Ryan turned when he heard Dan screaming in pain. He
sprinted over to Dan and tried pulling on the hat, but it had formed a strong
seal around his head.
Dan fell to the floor writhing in pain.
“GET...IT...OFF!”
Ryan pulled at the hat again. A dusty, cloud of steam began to rise from under the hat. He backed up, gagging as the stench of burnt hair and flesh filled his nostrils
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Happy Reading!
No post yesterday, and none today. I've been dealing with a lot of pain since Saturday. Hopefully, I can get a post up for Where'd You Come Up With That? Wednesdays! tomorrow.
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The loss of a loved one is never easy. And just recently our family lost another brother.
We lost both our parents to cancer. Mom died in July 2013 and Dad in September 2014. I'd like to share a couple of poems for my parents who are gone from this earth but loved and thought of every day.
Writing helps me cope and also knowing our creator has plans for us all beyond the here and now. I'll see them again! 💞
Daddy Did You Know?
Daddy, did you know you are stronger than superman
more intelligent than Einstein, and funnier than Carson?
Your stories, more captivating than Shakespeare's.
A beautiful Mozart symphony can’t compare to your laughter.
In this daughter’s eyes, you’re perfection.
A Mother's Love
A mother doesn't have to say, "I love you."
It’s felt with every
Kiss on the forehead to check for a fever,
late-night trek to the bedroom to check for monsters under the bed,
bandage lovingly placed on a boo-boo,
and the proud look in her eyes with each new milestone achieved.
And one for my big brother we recently lost. 💔
God Saw Your Pain
God saw that your pain and sorrow
was too much for you to carry on.
He knew you needed comfort that only the Father could give His son.
So, as you closed your eyes and drifted off to rest,
God embraced you as you drew your final breath.
We mourn our loss,
but find comfort in knowing you are set free.
And wish you could have stayed longer
but understand that it wasn’t meant to be.
Happy Sunday!
However, other writers have taken over my old articles from 10+ years ago. I do still have a few lingering online.
Like this one, and it's now on a site called Week&. I found I have a handful left on the site. I do miss the gardening articles!
I did some ghostwriting about yachts a few years back, too. I have no idea where they ended up! 😃
Freelancing is okay, but I'd rather spend my time writing fiction. And, as a freelancer you work on a project basis or for a content mill that underpays, so the money is not great unless you have a good gig lined up at all times.
The freelance life isn't for everyone, I guess. I'd rather have the job I have now. I just jump online and do my work with no hassles.
I'd like to eventually make enough money from my fiction books to do that full-time, but who knows if that will ever come to fruition.
So for now, I read my product reviews for my day job and work on my books as much as possible. I still sometimes pick up some ghostwriting, but not as often as I used to.
I leave you today with this little humorous little poem I wrote about eating holiday meals at the in-laws!
Happy Reading!
A little poem I wrote about the moon. After graduating Ivy Tech College, I was invited to share some of my writing in a display in September 2012. I submitted some of my work, and "Creator's Nightlight" and "The Blooming Dog Story" were chosen for the display.
You can read Creator's Nightlight" Below.
Happy Reading!
"Secrets Never Die" is a flash fiction story written for a little contest on Writing.com. I came up with the idea because people always say they take secrets to the grave. That means no one will ever find out, right?
In my story, this is not true. Aunt Beatrice ain't taking nothing with her! She comes back to spill all the tea.
Maybe secrets are never safe. 👀 I've posted the story below if you'd like to read it!
Secrets Never Die
Susan’s
delightful dream of relaxing on a beach in Hawaii surrounded by scantily clad
natives was interrupted by a visit from her Aunt Beatrice.
“Susan. Susan,” she whispered.
“Aunt Beatrice?” Susan rubbed her eyes.
“Yes, dear. It's me.” Beatrice sat with her legs crossed, hovering at the foot of Susan's bed.
“I can't believe you're here.”
“Look at me! I can cross my legs again. The old arthritis is gone. It isn't so bad on the other side.”
“I'm happy to see you've adjusted so well to death.”
“I have so much to tell you, dear.” Beatrice flashed a mischievous smile.
Susan scooted closer to Beatrice. It would have to be important since she was visiting from the great beyond.
“You remember Aunt Sally, don't you?”
“Yeah.” Susan leaned forward, curious as to what her aunt had to say.
“Well, she used to be Uncle Sal, and remember how your grandmother won all those blue ribbons at the fair for her homemade pies?”
“Yeah, her cherry pie was my favorite.”
“Well, she used a store-bought crust. And, you remember we were all surprised that your cousin Lenny's baby was so cute? He didn't get Lenny's big banana nose.”
“Lenny?” Susan thought for a minute. “Oh yeah!” She started to giggle.
“That's not even his baby. His wife had an affair, and you know how Mr. Brown said his wife ran off with another man?
“Oh, I remember, he was so upset.”
“She didn’t really run off, she’s taking a long nap under his new swimming pool. And, the young lady-”
“Uh, Aunt Beatrice, I hate to interrupt, but why are all these things important enough for a visit from beyond?”
“Important? Honey, I didn't say they were important. I promised to take these secrets to my grave, but I never promised what I'd do with them once I got here,” Beatrice chuckled.
“How many secrets do you have bottled up?” Susan asked.
“Oh, about fifty years’ worth.”
“Okay. Let me get comfortable. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night."
Happy Reading!
Have you ever had one of those days
that’s just like all those other,
One of those days?
And end up in all the same places
that you always visited during,
One of those days?
And you run into the same people
With the same expressions on their faces
that you always saw,
On one of those days?
And did you ever hear the exact conversations
that you overheard before
by those same people
That you saw,
On one of those days?
And have you been ready to
pull your hair out,
just like you always do,
when you’re having,
One of those days?
So, you run home and
jump under the covers.
Only to toss and turn
just like you've always done after having,
One of those days.
Then, while drifting off to sleep,
You hope tomorrow will be different
But when you wake…
It’s just another one of those days
Just like all those other,
one of those days.
Happy Reading!
Death can turn your life upside down. It wasn’t easy saying goodbye to my parents, and then it was time to let go of my childhood home. I was driving to meet a couple who might want to buy it.
I can close my eyes and go home to my memories anytime.
Two posts in one day!
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Taste of
Freedom
Phyllis
finds the perfect ingredient for her stew and gets her taste of freedom.
Hunting the
Scullywiggins
The last memory Ben has is hunting the scullywiggins. He awakes to find he's being detained in an unfamiliar location.
Give It a Few Days
Cheryl may
have a valid reason for rejecting the truth.
East of
Omaha
A case of
mistaken identity that is truly twisted and unfortunate.
The Crayon
Box
Even though
he may seem innocent, this young boy has a distorted
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They are the flashlight soldiers,
And always come prepared
With pockets bulging with batteries
And the vow to “not be scared.”
They hunt beneath a moonlit sky
Shadows lurking in
the dark
Neutralizing them with their light beams
To banish them from the park.
The hunt continues for many hours
Until the night air carries their name
Halfheartedly, they say their good-byes
Agreeing tomorrow, they'll continue the game.
Once inside, they brush their teeth,
While protesting their bedtime, they yawn.
The cicadas sing in the cool night air
As night shadows creep across the lawn.
Detective Jeremy Jenkins had spent forty years solving some of the police department's most difficult cases, but the company forced him to retire. He probably would have had ten more good years if it wasn't for the car accident that left him paralyzed. The sixty-seven-year-old man now lived in a three-room apartment with his companion, Chumpy, his pet monkey.
Chumpy leaped over to Jeremy with what he demanded and perched on Jeremy's shoulder. "You see that boy? That man just threw a mysterious package in the dumpster. I think I found our next case: The Dumpster Delinquent. It may have been drugs."
I usually write these posts with one story in mind, but I'm doing things differently today. I'd like to write about coming up with ideas in general.
If you've ever seen Ray Bradbury Theater, he says he'll never run out of ideas because he's surrounded by items that inspire him. (he's one of my favorite authors btw!)
At first, I let rejection get me down. I doubted my ability to write. I've taken long breaks, but I always come back to writing. I love it!
So, I don't deal with it the way I used to.
