Okay... Life has been Rough. Crazy. Insane. Every time I think I have a chance to write, life crabs me sideway. Well... A few days ago, my mom passed away in her sleep. We were doing in home hospice care, so we knew that the end was near. In her own way, she told us … Continue reading New Beginnings!
June 30th, 1975, England Libby paced restlessly as she waited for the plane to taxi up to the terminal. It was twenty minutes late, and it seemed an eternity. The tannoy system crackled overhead announcing the Pan Am flight’s arrival. As the airport staff began to open the doors from the customs area, Libby could… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (8)
Please be patient. It's taking a while to get back into the rhythms of writing. The latest death in the extended family has taken it's toll. Just as we thought everything was settled down, life went to hell in that damned handbasket again. Hope you enjoy the latest installment... Jeffreys took the men to the train… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (5)
Oxford, 1972. “Libby! Answer me!” Gabby pounded on the door again. “Maybe we should get the bursar,” Betsy was torn between trying to force the door and fleeing downstairs. Gabby stopped pounding on the door. “Fine. Go get him. Make sure he brings a key. I know something's wrong. Libby wouldn't miss class.” Betsy ran… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (4)
Libbellule Paquet loved England. It was similar enough to Vancouver that she didn't feel totally lost when her parents waved goodbye to her from the train station on their way back to Heathrow Airport. She was registered at St. Hilda's for the Michaelmas term and there was just enough time for her to explore the… Continue reading Riddles in the Wind (2)
At long last... I write. I live. I start the next shifter story. Hardest part of this bit has been figuring out a title. Hope you enjoy Riddles on the Wind. She ran. Snow crunched beneath her paws as the muscular legs drove her faster and faster. The whomping sounds over her head drove the… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind
They ran into the forest. Ginger smiled and unzipped her red hoodie. Her breasts burst forth like helium balloons. “Wow! What a set of breasts you have!” he gasped, his cock hardening beyond anything he'd ever felt before. “Why Derick, haven't you ever seen real breasts before?” Ginger pulled her hood back and then slid… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Hoodwinked