Late Night Sweets


Late Night Sweets

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Read about Leekah and the Christmas elves.

mothLeekah nudged Anibui until she landed on the ledge just like any Navy pilot. She was hungry.

When the widow opened, the AC nearly blew her off. “May I serve you?”

“Where’s Raphael?”.

“Night off. Never told me about fairy traffic.”

She fluffed her hair. He was cute. “Really.”

“I thought he was crazy. Ready to order little lady?”

That joke again. “I wanted a French Fry, but I’m watching my weight.”

“You look great.”

She pirouetted slowly. “Green makes me look fat.”

“Nah, You’re hot.”

“How sweet.” Was he up-selling her? Maybe not. “A Fry then, only small.”

Icy Streets and Treacherous Footing – Bench Pressing Strong Verbs


Icy Streets and Treacherous Footing

I intend to become a better writer, using strong verbs, making a little game out of it.  Today’s strong words are prevail, measure, distort, minimize, solve, entail, contradict, rupture, recur, and focus.

Read about Tammy’s awareness of the Count.

tammyHeart pounding, Tammy hissed.

Then shifting her weight, Tammy lifted one boot. Balancing on her other, she minced, not trusting her footing. She glared at three young men watching her. Hating her impractical three-inch heels, she readied for her next step in the new snow.

Not only did she risk falling and making a fool of herself in front of them, she was cold. Had reason prevailed, she would have worn a coat over her Chateau uniform. Instead, she shivered in penance for her foolishness.

Gazing into shop windows she saw little, trying to measure her feelings. She knew his interest in her. Something about him attracted her. But she dared not let hormones distort her reason and logic. Lesser in stature to him, she stood to gain much if he chose to favor her. But she could not minimize how dangerous it had become for her.

Everyone heard those rumors of maidens succumbing to his charm. Plied with his attention and gifts, they lost their heads. Enraptured, they soared to heights unimagined by them. Then, without warning, they found themselves bundled off to some convent.

From inside, bespectacled eyes peered at her.

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Always Winter, Never Christmas


Always Winter, Never Christmas

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Read about Leekah helping the old woman.

always winterLeekah muttered.  Another chorus of We Are Santa’s Elves broke out.  Hefting her hammer, she pondered Santa’s window.  How many taps?

Icy air would freeze those stupid elves in mid-song.

She gazed at Santa’s garden.  His grapes had succumbed.  Summer’s gentle breezes, warm sun, and endless frolics were frozen forever.  Everything she loved had ended.

Elf Gloria nudged her.  “It won’t last.  What if we only had winter?”

Leekah shivered.

“We have hope,” Gloria said.  “Promises of new beginnings.”

“Christmas?”  Leekah said.  She smiled.  “I should visit the Old Woman.”  She nudged Gloria back.  “We could hang her ornaments.

One Taken, One Returned, One Remains


One Taken, One Returned, One Remains

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Read about Rachael’s difficult choice.

garageSaying it doesn’t make it—”

“C’mon Rachael, we’ve been over—”

Pablo never listened, always doing it his way.  She turned away, hiding her tears.  The padlock scraped shut for the last time.  His hands were on her shoulders.

“It’ll be alright sis.”

“But, it was—” She turned and buried her face in his chest. “—all he had.”

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Giggles, Sniggles and Arugula Salad


Giggles, Sniggles and Arugula Salad

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Read about Janet’s unexpected Quidditch Match.

lost“Of course people are looking,” Janet glared at Gregor

“’s so public.”

“Really?”  Janet stroked Taffy.  Her golden eyes were so cute.  “Three miles from our chimney flue?  Nothing closer?”

“How did I know Enchanted Lane wasn’t Enchanted Drive?”

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Cousins, Corners, and Cinnamon Crisp


Cousins, Corners, and Cinnamon Crisps

Please accept my story for the Weekly Writing Challenge, Pie.

Read about Amy going to the park, written for Friday Fictioneers.

Amy“But, why can’t I?” Amy asked.  “Ella doesn’t know how.”

“Amy, be nice to your cousin.”  Mom frowned.  “Ella wants to help—”

“But, she isn’t my real cousin.”  Amy stamped her foot. “ And Grandma isn’t—”

“Enough, Missy.  You aren’t too old to spank.”  Mom picked up the other girl.  Tears streamed down Ella’s cheeks, glistening in the kitchen lights.  “Say you’re sorry Amy.”

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Are We So Different – Bench Pressing Strong Verbs


Are We So Different?

I intend to become a better writer, using strong verbs, making a little game out of it.  Today’s strong words are adhere, demonstrate, burden, constitute, aggravate, contrast, compare, believe, argue, and disappear.

Click here to read about Tammy’s feeling of being watched.

tammyShe felt his eyes. Time stopped. She forgot to breath.

Tammy’s body adhered to her original purpose. It climbed those dank, cold stairs, into sunlight. Letting it continue, she hoped she demonstrated poise and courtesy. Her thoughts of the Count still burdened her. His possible intentions toward her constituted an unending source of anxiety. Her worries fed on her fears, aggravating her mixed feelings about him.

To think of the two of them was to contrast their differences. Aside from their genders, he was European, sophisticated and sure of his right to take what he wanted. She was of the People, unrefined, and knew slights and prejudice. There was no way to compare their experiences, stations, and expectations and find common ground.

Her heart might believe he was different from other men.  And her heart cried out for him to see her as a person.  Could he see past her body, and find her interesting? But her spider senses argued he was like all men. When he saw a pretty girl, he wanted her. He would ply her with compliments and endearments, wearing her down. Believing in his charm, he would think only of captivating her soul.

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