Twittering Tales~ Break time #Twitteringtales


This was his chance. A beast that may have terrorized his village was asleep. Silent steps inched him closer to using his sword. Was this the creature? It didn’t matter, He needed to be a hero. Brimstone smell enticed him. His heart stopped as a branch cracked under his foot awakening the dragon.

(300 characters)


Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Mashup of photos by pendleburyannette (dragon) & MichaelGaida (forest) at

Fandago Flash Fiction #16 ~Written Free #fffc


The dullness of work days once again suffocates
Eight hours too long for the dreamer named Kate

Her cubicle prison with post-it frustrations 
Sinking her life into settled stagnation

She yearns to fly into that blissful escape
To leave once again this monotonous landscape

Salaried clones surround her in their caffeine fueled haze
Merely want silence to survive these days

She rises above this imagining her own fantastic scenes
Waiting for shift’s end to bring life in writing her dreams


Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #16. The image above is from


FOWC with Fandago-opening~The Comfort of a car #FOWC, #Fandago


The dread in his driveway engulfs Peter Richmond again. He would plan on staying inside his car for just a few more minutes, it was safe for him in here. No upper-management or corporate losses in his back seat to chase him. He looks up at his small cape cod house that’s needs to be repainted.  The cosmetics would have to wait, his future now  belonged to survival.  Jeannie would hear him opening his car door or maybe she knew already after he pulled their Buick in.  Still, the inevitable can wait.  This car of comfort was his sanctuary for the moment. He spots his kids suddenly looking out the front window, their faces curiously waiting for their “superman” to come inside.  A final glance in the rear-view mirror. This morning he had looked in it as well, ready to take on another day at the firm.  It was a different face then. He was a man with a job and a paycheck. The kid’s heads start bopping up and down in the window, anticipating his entrance.  Time to go in and pretend like everything was just dandy in this little family’s world.  He couldn’t hide it from Jeannie, she knew him too well.  A private conversation in the bedroom was going to be their unavoidable agenda for tonight, after dinner.  He opens his car door and watches his kids frantically jump up and down. No need to bring his briefcase  in from the car, it’s an ugly, worthless thing  now. He steps  over the growing cracks in his walkway and forces a smile at his two daughters. Tomorrow, he’ll get the paper and start looking through job openings.  A strong man left this house this morning and that’s what will be returning home  through the front door tonight.


Written for Fandago’s FOWC prompt- Opening


Pause~#Happynewyear #Sci-fi #shortfiction



11:57 PM

I’m typing as fast as I can now. Trying to get the word out before it happens, if it happens. I’ve told the story over a dozen times, posted it to Facebook, Tweeted it…and it all still sounds totally ridiculous. Yet, here am I telling it again in an abridged version. According to my laptop, I’ve only got about five minutes left to get this story out again maybe for one last time. I’m a reporter, named Stephen Willis. My background has been in paranormal research, odd people and the study of all things well, “funky”. I was given an assignment to interview noted astrophysicist Dr. Franklin Lee in his lab about the possibility of time travel. Don’t ask me, I just write about crazy stuff-I didn’t say I believed it. When I met him, Dr. Lee had a genuine concern about an event he felt would be happening very soon. He had a theory that time itself has a beginning and an ending. Life in the cosmos wasn’t about the constant ticking of a clock. Instead, it was the rapid ticks of stopwatch. Time was coming to a stop and all of us within that stopped time, would just be on this..“never-ending Pause”. He came up with this whole theory-

Look, who cares? It doesn’t matter. If you’re hearing this for the first time, you must I’m insane or just some “amateur fantasy blogger” trying to gain readers. I thought Dr. Lee was crackers after first hearing him spew out his nonsense. I continued to listen to him for hours, detailing his concept with detailed diagrams and multiple layers of tangible evidence. The man is simply brilliant and unfortunately, as accurate about as our sky is blue. Yep, that’s right folks, I’m talking doomsday for all of us. Before, you delete this or leave the page, PLEASE just do one thing. Professor Lee felt that by preventing the famous lighted ball from dropping in New York’s Times Square at the stroke of midnight, TONIGHT…He could avert this disaster from happening. I can’t go into the significance of that particular ball in that location, believe me that was the one aspect of his plan that was the hardest part for me to swallow. The ball will drop and time will stop. Everyone and everything within the flow of time will stop with it.

My goal in writing this was simple. If this wacky theory is legitimate in any way whatsoever, I wanted people to live their lives, RIGHT NOW, to the absolute fullest. Enjoy every breath of air you take in. Take a second to stop and comfort the ones who need a hug. I’m saying all of this, in case Dr. Lee fails to convince the ones in charge of the ball to stop it from dropping at Midnight. Truthfully?..I think we’re all done. Who’s going to listen to him? I was paid to listen to him and I still didn’t to be there. He sounded like a complete lunatic. Yet, astonishingly he made a believer out of me. I just don’t think there’s enough time for him to convince anyone else. I’m watching the news feed from Times Square now. Not much longer. God, I hope he got up to that roof. I hope he’s wrong about all of this.

I love you Mom and Dad.

One minute, Yu stil here? Just rememember wht I sd live yor lif

to the ful……………………………………………………………………………