A Quiet Corner of a Busy World
A short fictional story “Don’t worry, Mr. and Mrs. Henderson. I have your numbers and I’ll keep my phone with me.” “Ok, thanks. Let’s go, honey,” Dad pulled Mom’s sleeve. Mom squeezed Adelyn, who was busy playing with her toes, and then me. “Please listen to Miss Jessica, ok, Ginny? Ask for permission first, right?” [...]
realistic fiction “Dearly beloved…” Ellie squeezed Joe’s hand. She would have leaned in to lay her head on his shoulder, but it was too humid for that. He smiled at her before turning his attention back to where his cousin and her groom stood holding hands. The landscape behind the happy couple was gorgeous. It [...]
Fiction It was going to be one of those days. One of the students knocked my coffee off my desk and it had only gone downhill from there. I just had fifteen minutes left to give a spelling lesson and then I could drop the students off at lunch. Twenty minutes of peace! “Sorry,” the [...]
Irony...I didn't write anything for my blog last weekend because I was on a writer's retreat. I did plenty of writing, but not quite enough polishing to post. This was the first (hopefully annual) retreat for the Habit membership, which is an online library of writing resources by Jonathan Rogers and a community for like-minded [...]
“Look what I brought, Miss Barnwell.” I looked up from entering attendance on my computer and made eye contact with the impish painted eyes of a 10-inch doll. It was sitting in a coy pose, hugging its knees, inside an enormous glass pickle jar. I eventually regained the mental strength to break eye contact and [...]
A little fiction from a recent writing assignment... Suzanne lifted the hamper onto her hip. “Last call for laundry!” As she walked to the top of the stairs, a door flew open. Darren threw a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweaty sock on top of the hamper. Yes, just one sock. Suzanne raised [...]
Honk! Drew laid on the horn of his 1996 Buick as he came to a stop. He cranked the window down and called, “Nick, why are you sweatin’ out here, bro?” From the camp chair on the porch, Nick weakly waved the Hot Rod magazine he’d been using as a fan, “Hey man, just [...]
This is a piece of (mostly) fiction for your amusement. Gerald lived in an apartment along the Hudson and rarely left it. He would venture out if there was a particularly exciting tennis match or when an orchestra of interest was scheduled at Madison Square Garden. Otherwise, he kept to himself, and others left him [...]
The concert was scheduled to begin at 9 o’clock. We arrived fashionably late, but the musicians still seemed to be tuning their instruments. After nearly a quarter an hour of this, I was beginning to wonder when the show would start when Mr. Charming leaned over and whispered, “Wonderful, isn’t it?” “What?” “The music, of [...]
Some of you had asked for more stories about M'ill and H'ill. Part 1 and Part 2 can be found here for better context. A breeze blew gently through the trees, carrying cheerful bird songs with it. Everything was peaceful and at rest in H’ill…except us. Hilda’s rake scritch-scratched in the earth, preparing the soil [...]
Welcome To The Carriage House 