Goblins and great pumpkins. Trick-or-treat and haunted houses. Bats flying about and witches on broomsticks. Halloween is always a good time for an old-fashioned ghost
There is something about October. If I had to pick a favorite month, it’s this one. Autumn is my favorite season and October is the
A few days ago, I was brainstorming a scene for my upcoming novel. It involved a character who disappeared after returning from a business trip.
I like to dabble in photography and this time of year usually finds me outside at dusk with my camera, waiting for the full moon
This is part five of David’s story, a short fiction series I began in June. To read the other parts, visit my First Friday Fiction
Long before I became a writer, I was a people watcher. Crowded shopping malls, restaurants, and airports were among my favorite places to make observations.
Annaveta Travotsky is a young girl poised on the brink of womanhood in 1913 Russia. She is the oldest child in a family of Russian peasants. Life is hard for the Travotsky family as it was for most peasant families. Her father arranges for her to marry a man whom she doesn’t love. When tragedy strikes, turning Annaveta’s world upside down.
Lizzie Clydell is a young woman struggling to come to terms with her own tragic past—the death of her parents. When her grandmother invites her to a meeting of the local genealogy group, she reluctantly agrees in order appease her grandmother. “It’s just a little family history. What could go wrong?”
Who doesn’t love a good mystery? I’ve always been intrigued by them—Unsolved Mysteries was once my favorite television show. When it comes to reading, suspense and mystery books are my favorite genre. This summer, I was excited to read Mystery Ink, Mystery Heir.
When David arrived back at the office on Monday morning, the first thing he saw was an email from his boss that read, “See me first thing Monday.” Short and simple, but David knew the words held the key to his future with the company.
August is upon us and that means it’s time for First Friday Fiction. I’m continuing the story of David and Sarah. Last month, we left
Morning sunlight filtered through the tall pines and cast long shadows along the path. The air was cool and refreshing—perfect for a hike. After only three days of being away from his demanding job, David felt more relaxed than he had in a number of months. In fact, he found himself dreading the time when his two-week vacation would be over.
Welcome to this month’s edition of First Friday Fiction. With today’s smart phones, we are never out of touch. Unless we live in the middle
Forgive the brevity of my post this week, but I recently completed Camp NaNoWriMo, and I’m still recovering. (As in giving my mind some time
Another new month is here and that means it’s time for First Friday Fiction. My story this month isn’t brand new. It was originally an