Ahuvati – Short Story Format

He was alone in the churning surf. A ship stacked with multi-coloured containers drifted on the horizon further out in the Mediterranean. He caught a wave and cruised on it as far as it would take him before being dumped off the board into the water. This was his freedom, his place to submerge and…

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8 Seconds

Eight seconds, that’s all it would take, then he’d be done for the day. Wade hung his head over the small stainless steel sink and tried to breathe. He’d be up soon, out there in the ring again for the first time since the accident. Nerves clenched his gut. He heaved but only water came…

Rodeo Research

For my final piece on the OU A215 course a story about a cowboy came into my head one day in March/April. I'd never been into western riding or cowboys, ever, but there the idea was so I went with it. As I go back to the US every summer, I Googled rodeos in the…

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn – Goodreads Review

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn My rating: 4 of 5 stars Wow, what a read! What totally insane characters. I loved how my allegiance to the two main protagonists/antagonists shifted, I loved how the story kept me guessing, I loved how the entire train wreck of these 2 characters' lives unfolded across this story with…

Inspiration

Generally my story ideas come from all the traditional places: what I've read, TV, movies, newspaper/magazine articles, a face or action from someone that I've glimpsed. Recently I've been trying to organize my brain into how I'm going to prepare for what I'm writing. I'm generally a pantser but I know from doing NaNoWriMo that…

Monday Morning Murder

Monday morning, the sun rose, the world turned, and my dog brought me a fleshy human hand from the creek. I contemplated it for a minute then looked toward the direction of the creek. Sun glinted like dancing diamonds through the leaves of the trees. The cicadas weren’t humming yet but the day would be…

The Gift

The Gift ‘Must be near Christmas,’ Warren said not meaning to speak the words out loud. The fire in front of them glowed a hot orange in its center with charred, blackened wood cooling on the outside. He stoked it to get the flames going again then sunk down onto the floor next to Kristen,…

Who is Behind Me?

Who is behind me Who follows my lead We’ll conquer together An end to their greed The prompt 'Who is behind me' is an orphan prompt from the Indie Ink Challenge. I would have liked to have expanded this more - and maybe will separately - but there's too much poetry to be written for…

The Toddler and the Kitten

The toddler and the kitten came face to face one day Hello said she Meow said he And each sat down to play Where shall we go To catch a mouse What shall we do Play in my doll house It’s time for our tea I’ll have fish It’s time for a bath A splash…

Dogs of War

It was October 2001 and it was dark. I don’t know why I was outside. I was in the backyard. Maybe I had seen the lights from inside and that drew me out because it was the lights I was looking at. I had never seen anything like it and I probably won’t again. Up…