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In February, Flash Tales online magazine editor Denise Dianaty issued a writing challenge to the We PAW Bloggers Facebook Group based on the flash fiction writing prompt: “Use the words ‘bark’ and ‘china’ to compose a 50-word story. You may make your story prose or poetry. The story must be exactly 50 words — no more, no less.”
Continue reading 50 Word Story: The China Dog
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I never make New Year’s Resolutions, but I wanted to give everyone an update on my reading, writing, and quiet activism plans for 2020. Plus cookie related plans. I can’t guarantee I’ll get everything done. For my 2019 PopSugar Reading Challenge, I only finished reading 36 books out of 50 book prompts. I had a mental health crisis last year that I’m still recovering from. Here’s what I’d like to do in 2020 to keep me coping.
Continue reading Plan for 2020: Reading, Writing, and Quiet Activism
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Rated M for Mature: Not for young or sensitive readers. Contains violence and paranormal theme.
This story is a flash fiction tale for a new illustrated anthology I’m working on with my favourite graphic designer. I’m curious to see what they will draw for this story.
Continue reading Short Story: Needle Work
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Rated M for Mature: Scenes of violence and coarse language. Not suitable for young or sensitive readers.
I’m planning to include this short story in my illustrated anthology currently in progress.
Continue reading Short Story: Blowing Leaves
Padma’s stomach flipped as she ran to answer the front door. Through the glazed window panes, she could see a dark silhouette with a peaked cap. The police emblem slightly brighter than the surrounding material.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. Pasting on a smile.
“Is your husband here,” the officer asked.