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Christmas Blessing:



It is that time for

sharing and giving

for opening up your

hearts and letting…

This piece is a working process, but I wanted to share. Tell me what you think...

Tak'in from the prompt:



Oh my God! The zombies are right outside the door.



Gathered together, scared for sure and then he went to open the door and peeking out and then slamming the door and shouting as he locked the door. Oh my God! The zombies are right out side the door! And then we did the only thing we could think of, we hid,…

Prompt: A dead body. Using the prompt, write two short stories (500 words). One in the horror genre, another in the romance genre.



A Dead Body: Romance



It was summer, the days were long and the nights were not, she went with some friends to go out to eat and for the first time she meet this guy who was so easy to look upon friendly charming smart the biggest brownest eyes she had ever saw come to find out he was the owner of this…

Prompt: A dead body. Using the prompt, write two short stories (500 words). One in the horror genre, another in the romance genre.



A Dead Body: Horror



She went off into the deep in at work but she left and a few hours later she came back as she entered the warehouse she began shooting and watched as some of the people scattered but she was on a rampage and followed after them she even had to stop and reload.



One lady in…

Write a story in which your main character is one of the months of the year.



The story begins when a lady, named September and man named Charlie got married and after there honeymoon she be came pregnant to add to there surprise on one of their doctor's visit it was discovered that they would have twins and that they were little girls and they were excited and scared at the same time.



But when it was time for the delivery of the…

Take a well known fairy tale and re-write it in modern times.





The year is not important but this is my story...



I will start this when I was a young girl I came into this world and it was my Dad and me. Dad tells me that Mom passed giving me birth. How bitter sweet it must had been for my daughter. He gave me the name she had picked out. Cinderella.



For a long time my Dad was alone and I thought he was happy oh I…

As the door shut and there we stood looking at each other for which seemed eternity but really it was on a few moments sadness was all around as we said our final good byes to one who had been taken out.



Now we all wondered if she would indeed show and sure enough longer than life she came in as if only for a show sobbing and carrying on and her family was with her not on tear did I see from any of them...



Sitting there I wanted to…

Writing is like building a cheeseburger.



First you have the bottom bun, this is considered your many drafts, titles and so forth.



then you have the hamburger and Cheese this is the meat of of your story, the plot, the characters and so much more.



then you top off the hamburger and cheese with your lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles and this is the drama or the interesting parts of your story.



then of course there is also the…

Today I walked into a room filled with heartache and pain fear of the unknown crept inside as the here and after life crossed everyone’s mind.



You stand there searching for just the right words yet no magical words appear and the lump forms right in the middle of your throat.

Then before you realize it several hours have past and it still does not seem real to you or no one else...



The 3 to 4 waiting days are indeed the longest in your life and then there is…

Here is the first chapter of a book I am working on and this is the first draft with many more to come along with tweaks before I really have my first chapter done:

Chapter One:

Janie Bains parked in front of the B & B Firm it was her first day there. The sun was shining and as she got out of the car and walked into the building she was greeted by some really nice people one lady even took her to her office and ask her…

This is a recent poem I wrote off the top of my head:

ONE DAY AT A TIME:



One day at is time is

what I have heard them

say but only after their

shattered dreams and

shattered lives arrive

up on the scene.



And then they seem

to slowly learn to

take but only one

day at a time.



As their lives are turning

ever so slowly and some

things are regained but yet

there are some things …