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(Novel and Short Stories)

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Murder, Mystery, First Love, and the End of the World

(Novel and Short Stories)

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By the River

I would take you to the river, green water, stars above, quiet, peaceful holiday house Hawaii, ripe for secrets, if only you would share for an hour, for a night, take a chance, put your troubles in a basket in the water and let it float away. Sins of the flesh need not be sins of the heart, but you saw danger, blinked first, and doubted. Forget what you think you know. Dare to trust, leave your nest. Take my hand and be my...Even the most luxurious holiday house Hawaii has to offer in its vast paradise will be but a single brick in my heart’s castle…

This was written for The Sunday Whirl.

55 - Pioneer

Old man Guenther had a grist mill
and for years sold the finest flour,
but he wanted to go one better
and build a big stone tower.

It reached far above the tree line
and people talked of it far and near.
Guenther made his fortune by thinking big!
You could say he was a...pioneer.

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55 - On a Mission

Convert all the heathens.
Teach them to pray.
Then put them to work.
Have them build things all day.

Make them build walls.
Watch them plant seeds.
Make them do penance.
Have them do some good deeds.

So what if some died?
Insist on submission.
They didn't mean to be evil.
It was just...their mission.

Got a story you can tell in 55 words? The G-Man wants to know! 


You would pay me
in the same coin
as the others:
vacuous words,
as short on truth
as they are sumptuous
in praise
and empty flattery.

Whether I be
sassy and vivacious,
or solemn and mundane,
your language is the same,
as if I were:
just another double-x
to swoon at generic promises
slathered on
without regard
to what is real.

Oh, master of shopworn formula,
I reject your payment.
And you, with singular charm,
deflect all efforts
at barter.

I doubt you'll reconsider,
but if
on some violet evening,
you have a change of heart,
please ask me who I am.
I'll look at the stars
spread like diamonds
across a vibrant sky,
then take your hand
and make a deal:
Trust me
with the currency
of your truth.
I will guard it closely
to my heart,
and give you mine.

This was written for Sunday Scribblings and The Sunday Whirl.

55 Courting

She was the worst girlfriend he had ever had: sneaky, abusive, and a thief to boot! Most of his friends said to dump her. A few recommended revenge. But one, more romantic than the rest, said to show her his true feelings instead. "Court her," he suggested.

And after due consideration, he did just that.

Note: My husband took this picture inside Philadelphia's Colonial Courthouse while on a trip last month.

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55 - Customary

He lived according to some odd habits, inspecting peoples' goods, whether they wanted him to or not, and demanding money according to an obscure set of rules that only he understood. Many declared his behavior unfair and unkind, but there was little they could do.

The man was an eccentric. His antics were just his...custom.

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55 - A Beautiful Life

It was a dangerous job for crappy pay. Lunchtime was leftovers or takeout chosen for convenience rather than taste. Some of his co-workers were great, but most were tedious at best, aggravating at worst. But each evening as he prepared to head home, he was reminded that in spite of it all, life was beautiful.

Got a story you can tell in 55 words? The G-Man wants to know!