Tall Tale Tuesdays

The Wail House

Photo Credit: pixabay.com It was called The Wail House.  At the time, I didn’t understand the concept and had mistaken the Wail Room for the girl’s rest room.  However, what I endured during my time on the throne was unusual but extraordinary.  I would be lying if I didn’t say it was weird, and I… Continue reading The Wail House

Tall Tale Tuesdays

It Was A Bad Day

Photo Credit: tookapic at Pixabay.com “Drive safe,” the salesman said as I grabbed the keys from his outstretched hand and turned to open the driver’s side door of the white sedan. The warm breeze wafted out of the vehicle as I slid onto the gray leather while gliding the key into the ignition. The car’s… Continue reading It Was A Bad Day

Tall Tale Tuesdays

My Angel Wears Prada

The sun kissed her skin as a cool breeze brushed the hair off her shoulders.  Anna pulled her sweater close to her as she walked along the trail, oblivious to the birds chirping overhead or the squirrels darting from tree to tree eager to stash their goods.  She was cooped up indoors for far too long, and the exercise was doing her some good.  At least, that was what she kept telling herself.  Frankly, she just wanted to go back home to her comfortable chair, with a cozy blanket and a warm cup of tea... CLICK TO READ MORE!

Tall Tale Tuesdays

Procrastination Letter

As I was dawdling on another new hire, the following letter was delivered to me by the Executive Director dated 30 days ago. Dear Ms. Lingerman: This letter is to inform you that your employees’ lack of follow through has been noted. This time-consuming behavior must stop and will be met with varying grades of discipline. Therefore, you must eventually end your employees’ procrastination by implementing the following punishments within the next day or so... CLICK TO READ MORE!

Tall Tale Tuesdays

An Enchanted Memory

It was whimsical little structure, seemingly right out of a fairy tale.  Straight lines were non-existent, almost like a child had built it.  There was an arched door that widened at the top, a railing that slanted toward the slide, a porthole that opened outward, and even a chimney that was more cartoonish than functional; leaning as if to puff out smoke like that of a dancing tugboat... CLICK TO READ MORE!

Tall Tale Tuesdays

Woman of the Sea

She came to know him as David.  Serena had never seen a man like him before.  She was a mermaid cursed to the sea, and he was a human destined for the shore.  It was easy to live out her curse when men were lying, cheating thieves and deserved their watery graves.  However, the moment she set eyes on David, her desires swayed, and she no longer had a passion for the song.  Instead, her heart swelled for something more than the lyrical poison could ever give her... CLICK TO READ MORE!

The Writer's Life

In the Throws of Edits

Every novelist will tell you that writing a book is the easy part. Editing it is the pits. When an author takes her imagination and free write her book without a scripted outline or any idea of where she is going, the story flows like jagged rocks tumbling down a mountainside and crashing into the… Continue reading In the Throws of Edits