We were just meandering through Port Washington, walking our puppy and minding our own business, when the boom of cannon fire shattered the still morning air followed by the clang of clashing steel. What the heck?! Not what you expect to hear on a relaxing walk along the lake shore. Shouts and raucous laughter floated … Continue reading Pirates in Port Washington
And don't forget to check out Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven't already! The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 3) For a corpse, he looked pretty good. Well, considering he a an overweight, pasty, white guy who'd been dead for about a week already. I'm pretty talented with a makeup brush if I do say … Continue reading Short Story: The Reluctant Necromancy (Part 3)
If you haven't seen it, don't forget to check out Part 1! The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 2) Slowly, I turned back to the dead body, grasping a brush and several tubes of creams in white-knuckled hands. The words of the dead man echoed in my head. Frank the corpse was as still as before, skin … Continue reading Short Story: The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 2)
This idea popped into my head while my husband and I were listening to a writing panel at C2E2. I would love feedback and ideas from readers out there, ideas for characters, situations, whatever. Let's build a story together! The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 1) Customer complaints are an annoying fact of life. And something just … Continue reading Short Story: The Reluctant Necromancer (Part 1)
These have to be some of the coolest pieces of artwork in Madison, WI. Gigantic, three-story tall birds, made out of scrap metal. No idea why they're there, but they're pretty awesome none-the-less. Great inspiration for a little flash fiction 🙂 "What do you think they are?" Asked Ada, one sneaker crunching onto the gravel … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Attack of the Giant Birds!
The wind moaned, whipping the crackling leaves into a haunted dance through skeleton branches. Something grabbed at my hair and I gasped, hands swatting at my invisible attacker. But it was only a leaf. A sad, dried-up, brittle thing that crumbled to dust between my fingers. My feet carried me forward into the darkness, marching … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Dark Forest
Saw this little guy outside of a bank when my husband and I were out for a walk. Just had to take a picture of him and his jaunty bow 🙂 Flip-flapping along from bog to stream, exploring far from home. Wandering by the lantern's gleam, into the great unknown...