Cover Reveal – Embers (Short Stories)

book cover for Embers

Yes, I have another book in the works, a book of short stories.  I call it “Embers“.  One of the short stories is Embers, which was actually named from a #writephoto challenge by Sue Vincent.  That story is in five parts, with the first being written for the challenge.  And, of course, each short story can be thought of as an ember, a little nugget of imagination packaged up in a self-contained short story, ready to burst into flames in your mind.

See that picture at the top of the page?  Yep, that is the book cover.  Maybe ;)  I’m doing my own cover again, so it is possible it will be tweaked as time goes on.  It should be pretty close to the above, though.

I am currently shooting for a December 4th release date.  Just in time for Christmas ;) Continue reading


Glimmer – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“I’m not that old,” Ed said to himself.  He had always mumbled and muttered, but found that the more he aged, the more his inner discourse became outer discourse.  He tried not to let it worry him.  Young people talked to themselves, didn’t they?  He wasn’t old!  “On my birthday Mike told me that 50 is the new 30.  Mike should know.  He’s, what, 6 or 7 years older than me, and he is more active than I have ever been in my entire life.  Hell, he spends a week skiing in Aspen every year.  Wish I could afford to ski in Aspen….”

He wasn’t sure how it happened, but Ed had checked out of the B&B and moved into Liza’s spare room.  He was lying on the bed, fully clothed and on top of the covers, tired, but not ready for sleep.

Part of the problem was the pain.

He ached in places he never knew existed. Continue reading

Waiting for the Right Wind


PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell

What a day!

Liz walked down to the park, hoping that moving would help relieve some of the stress.

Freaking Mr. Nesbit must think she could work 20 hours a day!  And Ms. Effin-Jones was no better.

Her cell rang so she sat in the first bench available, one looking at that ugly tower.

More good news.  The repair bill would be more than two weeks take home.  Great!

She sat back and took in her environment.

She felt as rooted to the city as that massive building.  What she would give to be able to spread her sails and leave!


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Jilly Funell.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Swift’s Hollow, aka Gore Orphanage #Haibun #Etheree #DoubleEtheree


Swift’s Hollow (Gore Orphanage)

It is a cold October night and I am walking through the woods at the bottom of this valley, Swift’s Hollow.  There is a strange noise, just beyond perception.  A muted sound, as if heard from a million miles away.  Is that the snap and crackle of a fire burning?  Do I smell smoke?  Are there screams of pain mixed in?  The children locked into this cruel prison for no other reason than their parents have died are trying to get out.  And now they are trapped, trying urgently to get out, to escape their grisly fate.  Do you hear them?

Dull rumble
Behind locked door
The valley glows red
An orphanage on fire
Apparition of the past
Visit the empty foundation
Souls lost in a conflagration
They speak to us as midnight approaches

Why visit this bloody spot of gore?
Why listen to the loud screams of pain?
Can you stand to hear babies cry?
A local right of passage
Communing with the dead
The poor children burnt
Meaningless death
Lost spirits

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The Weekly Smile – 10/15/2018 – Welcome Back! #weeklysmile


On the 13th of September, 2017,  I posted the last Weekly Smile.  It was a long run –  88 of The Weekly Smile plus a month of The Daily Smile.  That post was the last, that is, for the first run of The Smile.

Guess what?

The Weekly Smile is back!

I thought a lot about what I was going to make this first post about.  I have had many smiles over the last week or two.  I visited family, saw my siblings and parents.  I finished a couple of large projects at work and am finally starting one I’ve been waiting for for almost two years.  I got out and did things outside.  I met some writing goals.  There is a lot to smile about!

But for this one, I decided to Smile about smiling. :) Continue reading

If We Were Having Coffee on the 13th of October

Coffee in NH with Moog

Hello and Welcome!  Come on in and I’ll get you a nice steaming mug of a very strong Sumatra Roast.  You can have a cuppa tea, some cocoa or other beverage, but I would recommend something warm.  It’s a bit chilly out there!  We hit 80 F (17 C) earlier in the week, and this morning it is 40 F (4 C).  I haven’t turned on the heat yet.  I’m avoiding it!  I won’t tell you how much I pay for heat, but it is several times more than all of my other utilities, including cell phones, TV, Internet, etc., combined.  I keep the heat off as long as I can stand it….  And where am I freezing my puppies?  Some of you may recognize that photo at the top as being in New Hampshire.

Some of you may be asking where I was last weekend.  Of course, I’m sure most of you scratched your head and said, “What?” when you read that last sentence. Doesn’t matter, I will tell you anyway ;)  I was in Ohio for a wedding.  It was nice.  A My parents and sisters live in Vermilion and my brother and his family visited.  I did take some photos, which I still have to go through.  I did look at some of the reception photos and posted a few the other day.  Here is a sample. Continue reading

Inter-Dimensional Dancing

Last weekend I was at my nephew’s wedding.  The reception was held at my parent’s house.  They set up a tent on their brick patio between their house and garage.  The tent was fringed with small purple lights.  Good thing, too! Well, not good about the purple lights, but about the tent.  You see, it poured!  Despite the rain, people used the tent as a dance floor.  I tried to get some photos, but it was too dark.  So I decided to have some fun instead.

These are pretty much straight from the camera.  And no drugs were used in the making of the photos ;)

Inter-Dimensional Dancing

Doing the Time Warp?

A hole in the space-time continuem

Through the portal

What do you think?

Skull (Bone) – #writephoto


Photo by Sue Vincent

“I thought you British ate small breakfasts.”  Hungry as he was, Ed wasn’t sure if he could finish the heaping plate full of eggs, bacon, sausage, some type of hash brown or potato cake and other assorted food-stuff.  He looked closely at one of the objects.  Tomatoes?  For breakfast?  And mushrooms?  He wasn’t sure about the black thing.

“Now where on Earth did you ever get that idea?  Every good day begins with a good breakfast.  Eat up.  It looks like you haven’t had a proper meal in days.”

Ed shrugged and started in on the huge meal.  He had to admit that it was very good.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Pulman, that we haven’t been properly introduced,” the woman said.  “I’m Elisabeth Smyth, but you can call me Liza.  And before you ask, yes, the good Dr. Smyth was my Bob’s younger brother.  Marv has been keeping an eye on me since I lost poor Bob.  Not that he needs to.  Sometimes I feel Marv needs more looking after than I do, but what do I know?”

Ed, mouth full of toast, nodded.  Continue reading

The Discovery – Part 2



PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Dr. Edwards narrowed his eyes.

“Where did the boy find this?”  He shook the twig.

“By the old fortress.”

“Do you know what it means?”

“That they have a presence on the island, despite the treaty.”

“I’m sure you realize that some may see this as an act of war?”

I nodded.

“And who, pray tell, would you inform about this breach?”

“Just you, National Intelligence.”

Dr. Edwards grinned.  It wasn’t pleasant.

“To avoid total war, it will stay ‘just me’.”

Four soldiers entered the room.  Before I realized what they were doing, two men grabbed me.

“Kill him.”

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

Sorry for “double dipping” this week.  Quite a few people wanted me to continue last week’s story.  Possible explanations were brought up, everything from a cure to cancer, to proof that Atlantis existed to Dr. Edwards trying to figure out who destroyed his shrubbery.  I decided to go a completely different direction ;)

The Fortress


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Al stepped towards the woman and the children.  He unconsciously congratulated himself for keeping a rigid face, for not flinching.

“Ma’am, you will have to come with us.”

Wide eyed, the woman jerked back, but was grabbed by one of the officers.  The smallest child began to cry as he was lifted, none too gently, and carried away.

Al glared at the onlookers then led the officers to the car.

“Papa, you look sad.”

Al forced a smile.  Toby was about the same age as the child.

“Heart of stone,” someone had yelled.

No, it was all too much flesh.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

I was out of town last week so visited only a few other FF stories.  I hope to catch more this week.

When I saw the photo my first thought was a fortress around someone’s heart, allowing them to be cold and mask their true feeling.