[Here is my entry for MindLoveMisery’s Tale Weaver #105, The Dark Side The challenge is to write a horror tale, something dark and scary (if possible…asking for “scary” is like asking for “humor.”) I usually don’t write this kind of thing, but here goes….] https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/02/02/tale-weaver-105-the-dark-side-02-02-17/ Some call them “entities,” the mysterious forms that appear out of the dark identities that linger beyond their time … Continue reading Entities, a dark tale of “what if?” for MindLoveMisery’s Tale Weaver #105
The Name of the Rose, Humberto Eco. (I love this book, have read it at least three times, its about a monastery library in the 12th Century.) Snow Treasure, Marie McSwigan (All-time favorite. My third grade Christmas present. About some Norwegian kids and German soldiers.) The Last Juror, Robert Grisham (I like Grisham, this is my favorite novel of his.) Wake of the Red Witch, … Continue reading My Favorite Novels
[Day Eighteen: Writing 101, Hone Your Point of View The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come … Continue reading Spider to the Rescue!
[DAY NINE, Writing 101 prompt.] The day was warm and sunny, although the occasional breeze made the elderly woman glad that she had worn a light sweater over her faded bluejeans and tee shirt. She wore a straw sun hat, with a big sunflower design on it. She often sat in the park on nice days, watching squirrels, or kids, or people strolling along or … Continue reading The little red sweater…point of view
[Day 6, Characterization Exercise, WRITING 101.] Note: this person may be fictious. I was having some Mcnuggets and a chocolate shake, at a familiar fast-foods place where I had dined countless times before. It seemed odd that I had never before noticed the woman with the broom. Knocking over the shake was accidental, a careless flick of the hand. It made a “flup” sound as … Continue reading I recognized the blue, blue eyes in a stranger
[WRITING 101–DAY FOUR: Something that I had once but lost.] We are back in the days of the sailing ships powered by great billowing canvas panels, dependent on wind power. I am not sure of the year, or even the type of sailing vessel. It may have been a great Clipper Ship, or a fast-treacherous slaver, or a grand warship complete with cannons. Maybe it was … Continue reading Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.