Mag? Yeah, No

03/14/202203/18/2022 / Liz H / 5 Comments

Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons

(The prompt was “robotic writer,” the experience all-too-familiar as we send out our work to editors and publishers. Read on…)

Dear [editor],

Please consider my work, [insert story title], for publication in your esteemed [media type], [publication name]. At [number] words, this [genre] story about [catchy character name], a [adjective][character trope], is an excellent fit for your upcoming [special focus] issue. I am an avid reader of [publication name]! Continue reading →

Runner Beans and Sky Dreams

05/02/2021 / Liz H / 11 Comments

Jack’s a nimble lad, head in the clouds, quick with a story of why This went unfinished, and That was never started. He’s a good boy, though, Continue reading →

It’s What’s for Dinner…

12/09/202001/16/2021 / Liz H / 24 Comments

The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “Menu”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories

“So many choices, to be fixed in so many interesting ways,” the first one viewed the live menu, feeling the water come to his mouth as he imagined this one, or that one, deep fried, or rubbed with chilies and served with corn chips, a side of guac, and a scoop of sour cream. Continue reading →

Beam Me Up, Somebody

12/04/202001/16/2021 / Liz H / 23 Comments

The task? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “Beam”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories Link

It had been a very long day, in fact it had been a very long and stressful day, and what’s more, it had been a very long and stressful month. When he thought about it, the entire year had been like that: non-stop work, no boundaries. Continue reading →

Face at the Window (FlashNano Day 12)

11/14/202011/14/2020 / Liz H / 1 Comment

Image: Chippewa Valley news in WI

It was strange, that face, so familiar, yet not quite what he’d grown accustomed to seeing night after night. The nose was long, almost touching the sharp chin. The mouth was a straight slash, except where it turned down at its edges. And lately, it had been turning down at its edges more often than not. Continue reading →