Denise over at Six Sentence Stories (#225), has us thinking about “Sin”, in Sixes, so it seemed a good time to visit the main characters of the Disappeared series, as they take a little inventory of themselves: Eloise, Andrew, Bethany, Scottish Mage, Chuckie & Ducks
Eloise: I guess it was wrong, daring my brother, Andrew, to explore the basement of the haunted mansion on the cliffs over the river, with nothing but a failing flashlight and three matches, except that he was going to leave me to go off to college and put me in charge of Chuckie and Ducks (the Monster Twins) full time, since Mom’s totally overwhelmed at her job (she should def quit) and Stepdad’s dumping his two daughters (callous a-hole) in favor of his last-chance girlfriend, who doesn’t like kids; I only succeeded in making the abandonment happen sooner and I’m missing my big brother already. Continue reading
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She picked at her cuticle, her nail scraping at the skin that had grown terribly hard and calloused, and now extended like a unicorn’s horn, on her middle, tallest finger. “That’s prophetic,” she thought wryly, giving the side-eye to her boyfriend. Continue reading
So, this month I’m doing a challenge to write a micro a day, for Just-Jot-It-January. Thanks to Linda G. Hill, bloggers in the “Play Group” have proposed a one-word prompt for each day. Today’s prompt, “TEMPEST” was my suggestion! We share our responses back to Linda’s page, and are able to read what others come up with. I’ll post my responses every few days in bundles, to respect your in-boxes. But if a prompt tickles your imagination, please click its connecting link to read more!
Jan 7: Tempest
Eye of the Storm
It’d been one hell of a night. She came home from the evening shift to find the kitchen sink full, with dishes, as well as soapy water. This suggested an attempt had been made. Baby steps, she told herself, and opted to leave the mess for tomorrow. Continue reading
You shout and tell me it’s not fair,
To give you one more chance, to dare.
That moon and all the stars are mine,
If I bow down just one more time.
“Where the heck did I put it?” Tommy yanked the silverware drawer open, as far as it would go, and bent down to look into its dark corners. Continue reading