SILENCE A soft and downy, drowsy day; The sky is furry, blurry gray, No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped in frozen lace; The meadow is an arctic place, And house and barn, with wintry grace, Wear thatches. –Blanche
Dec 16, 2022
Facts Are Facts and Fiction is …
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Remember the old, black and white TV series, Dragnet and the phrase, “Just the facts, Ma’am.” This unflappable team of Jack Webb and Harry Morgan spent a whole thirty minutes ferreting out the bad guys and getting to the facts of the case. But, fiction writers can have fun fiddlin’ with the facts. In writing By […]
Dec 6, 2022
The Christmas Barn
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This is a repeat from last year. I hope you enjoy it. The Christmas Barn The 200-year old barn was empty and lonely. No longer did horses stamp their feet inside his walls; cows didn’t warm the stalls with their breath; no sheep snuggled against each other to sleep the night away. The barn […]
Nov 25, 2022
In a Shadowy Room
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It truly was getting cold in this kitchen. Agnes decided she should light the fireplace. That is, when she could move again. She drank her cold tea. “And, it’s his ghost that haunts the place?” As Clara nodded, the kitchen light flickered and went out. Clara, Candy, Maybelle, and Agnes sat in semi-darkness. […]
Nov 20, 2022
What Ghost?
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Agnes shook her head. “So, Mildred bought a house that was haunted? If she truly believed that, why would she do such a dumb thing? Clara sipped her tea. “Of course, she didn’t know that, at the time.” Agnes chuckled. “So, who or what is supposed to haunt this place? And, by the […]
