Iva rose and dressed quickly. She drew back the heavy, paisley patterned curtains to let the morning light in. The sun, risen from its own slumber, won the battle and shone brightly through her eastern facing window. Iva smiled at the yellow circle, curtsied at its sight, bidding it good morning. Walking through the dustContinue reading “Friday Firsts: First Paragraph of IVA”
Visiting the charming, quaint tea house in her small town was Claire’s favorite Saturday morning routine. She rode her cruiser bicycle, the basket filled with fresh flowers she picked along the way, slightly uphill to the shortbread-colored house with the sage trim on the corner of 1st and Main.
The clock he had built himself chimed above his head alerting Henry and his cat of a new hour. Alfie mewed at the sound then curled himself back into a contorted ball. Henry didn’t hear the Westminster chime at all. In fact, it had been hours since he had heard anything including the television heContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: The Clock Maker (a start to a short story circa 2020)”
By the time Patricia stepped outside into the brisk Virginia air, the leaves were already on fire. She smiled sheepishly at the memories swirling inside her mind and heart. She pulled the crocheted shawl, irregularly shaped from her first attempt at the craft, tighter around her shoulders. Stepping off the wrap-around porch and following theContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: FALLING LEAVES, WARM MEMORIES (A Snippet from a piece written in 2020)”
This is the first paragraph of a story I just started writing. It’s based on a dream I had recently. It was such a vivid dream and played out like a picture book come to life. So much detail in the scenery! I don’t know if writing about it will ever do it justice, butContinue reading “IVA”
Here is a little story I started back in 2019. I had completely forgotten about it.
I woke up with this character in my head and wanted to put down a beginning to a story involving her. I have no idea where it’s going to go, but Eleanor is on my heart
I decided to share a paragraph from short stories, novels, whatever I may be working on. This will give me an idea of whether I am on the right track or not.
*This was for a short story contest where you had to start with the sentence, “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The remnants of hours spent raking now filled an old drum, surrendering to the heat of a controlledContinue reading “Falling Leaves, Warm Memories”