Monday, June 17, 2019

Ask a Character: Cherie Marshall [Klondike Mysteries]

Who is she?
Cherie Marshall is young,  struggling journalist, having graduated from The Walter Cronkite School of Journalism at Arizona State University in Tucson. When she left home to travel to Klondike, she was a part-time barista at local Starbucks and wrote social column for local senior newspaper. She consistently tried submitting news articles to the Arizona Daily Star, hoping for a by-line.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Change Ahead!

If you haven't already heard, there are some changes coming. I have started a blog where I am currently duplicating my flash fiction stories as of Thursday. Starting in July, I will be posting my flash fiction on the new blog only. This blog will be reserved for author and book updates, book sales, etc.

What does that mean for this blog? By the end of June, I will make a decision whether to completely move all my postings to the new blog or continue to split the posts. My current feeling is I will slowly move to the new one and maybe update the look and feel of my current website to match the new blog. Of course, that may also entail a move to a new hosting company.

Decisions, decisions.....

So, I hope you will take a look at the new blog and let me know what you think. Let me know anything you like or don't like as well as any comparisons to this blog would be appreciated.

Saturday, June 15, 2019

Say It Again Saturday Jun 15: Father's Day (2014 from Ecuador)

I was inspired to do this thanks to Fandango over on his blog with his Flashback Friday. His instructions were:
"Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year. I’ve had this blog for two years, so I have only 2017 and 2018 to draw from.

Friday, June 14, 2019

#fotoflash Jun 14 2019: Afterlife

Here is my contribution to this week's Friday Foto Flash prompt in 500 words or less
Jenna sighed with relief as they walked down the wooden pier. Everyone had finally left. It was just her and her two year old, Alanna. She hadn't wanted to do it this way but her in-laws had demanded. Full funeral with reception after. They called it a wake but she felt anything but awake.

Friday Foto Flash Fiction: Jun 14 2019
Welcome to Friday Foto Flash Fiction! Each Friday I will post a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your storyEntries will close on Thursday at midnight Eastern Time.

Once your post is live, add your link to the list below. I hope you will visit the other entries (and check back often for new stories). Remember to leave them a comment in appreciation.
Thank you and enjoy! Here's your photo prompt.

Thursday, June 13, 2019

100 Word Wednesday: Privacy #100WW

Image by Bikurgurl
My contribution to this week's photo prompt from Bikurgurl...

It was the only place she would never think to look for him. She knew he hated anything outdoors unless it involved sports. Gardening? Never! Flowers? Heaven forbid! Bird watching? You have to be kidding me!

FridayFictioneers: The Fortuneteller

PHOTO PROMPT © Valerie J. Barrett
My contribution to Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers...
(NOTE: this is an abbreviated version of my story for the letter T for the 2019 A to Z Challenge)

She thrust the tea cup into my hands. "Don't drink all. Leave some."

Monday, June 10, 2019

#FFFC - Paradise

Photo Credit Roberto
From Fandango's Flash Fiction Challenge...

Anyone looking in from the outside would call her life paradise, but she knew better. She was a slave. Not in the traditional sense, but a slave nonetheless.

The Four Agreements [by Don Miguel Ruiz]

I have seen this several times in the last couple of years. It's well worth reminding ourselves of how we should be living our lives.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Off Grid

My contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction in 200 words or less:
Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding
"Where is it?" she asked as she plowed through our gear.

"Where's what?" I asked, obviously clueless

She paused, glared at me, then continued pulling out each and every item in the bags. "You said you'd pack for me. I knew I shouldn't have trusted you."