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Cross-Country
As a Daily Writing Prompt, I’ve been asked what vehicle I would choose on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike? Actually, I’ve done this once, and it was the most wonderful trip I have ever taken. We drove across the country to the opposite coast to visit our family, and on the…
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Kiss the Rain
Another daily prompt post… This one asked what my favorite weather is. Like most writers and poets and artists, I love a good rainstorm. Sitting inside on a stormy day, looking out the window at the beautiful gray world outside with raindrops fogging the glass, a mug of tea in my hands… it’s perfect. It’s…
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Chapter 20
She stepped forward and flung her arms around his neck. He smiled and returned the hug warmly. “Thank you, Pierre; you’re wonderful,” she whispered, her eyes slightly damp. She stepped back and brushed at them hurriedly. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she said in a husky voice.
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Seasons
I say I’m built for the heat; I loved the hot, thick, humid air of the south when we visited, and everyone I tell that to says I’m insane. I don’t care. I love it.
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Life
Heyyy guys… So I know there’s only, what, like, three of y’all, five maybe, but you don’t know how much that means to me. Even just five is really great for me and I’m so thankful. Life has been a bit packed — I work most days, and the rest of the week I’m trying…
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Chapter 19
She looked around at the walls, reminded strongly of the Matron’s under-deck. It gave her the shivers. But instead of cells, the walls were lined with sacks of spices, crates and barrels of food and ale and wine, shelves lined with pottery and jewel-cases, and she was delighted to find several folded stacks of cloth.…
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Instinctively
Do I trust my instincts? This is the question I was asked in a daily prompt recently and it got me thinking. Do I? A better question, should I? I believe the human will and mind is fallen. By extension, then, it’s not unlikely that human instinct is far different. Be that as it may,…
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Chapter 18
He turned to his own crew and nodded. Whooping and yelling, they swarmed across the ship while a few stayed to watch the captives. They would get a turn later, when their replacements traded out with them. Samuel turned to Ramona again. “See, that’s the thing the rest of them don’t like. Just because I’m…
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Location, Location, Location
As another Daily Writing Prompt has asked me today, “If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?” We have to remove several factors first. First, the factor of where I hope my children will go to school. The school I’ve gone to for the past thirteen years of my life is…
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Chapter 17
Her eyes narrowed by degrees, a reddish-gold gleam of anticipation in their depths. She was motionless as a fire, only the edges of her silhouette moving as her hair and skirt rippled and leaped in the wind. She caught sight of Samuel looking at her from a little ways away, and her mouth quirked up…
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