Thursday, 16 February 2017


Hope everyone is well! Today is a whimsical story about one of my favorite places-Wonderland! Hope you enjoy. 


Flash fiction

The clover field is where you will find him. He might talk to you if you are patient.

Sometimes he is quite busy and you might hear him mumbling to himself about something.

You might hear red queen or someone who refers to as Alice but sometimes it sounds like Evie.

Whoever they are, they cause him grief apparently.

The one thing that you do not want to do is follow him. You might end up in a strange place and getting back? You don’t want to go there. They call it Wonderland but there is nothing wonderful about it.

You don’t want to meet Alice or Evie, whoever they are.

The red queen doesn’t sound like someone you want to bump into either.

Just watch him and nod if he looks over at you. But don’t go over to him if he beckons you over.

If you do, he might ask you questions.

These questions are more like riddles and he want you to figure them out for him for some strange reason. Don’t try to figure them out.

Turn around and go home instead.

But if you find yourself standing in front of him trying to answer his riddles, keep these answers in mind.

First one: The key opens the heart shaped box. Don’t try to unlock the chest.

Second one: The sparrow keeps all secrets hidden. Promise it down and it will give you one secret.

Third one: The one who is a bit mad makes hats and would like some green ribbon. The dressmaker is the only one who has it.

Remember these strange answers and in return he might give you a nickel. If he does, consider yourself paid in full.

You are free to go.




Thursday, 9 February 2017

The Valentines Tree-flash fiction

Hello! Today is in honor of Valentines Day. Hope you enjoy!
I also have a new Dirty Paws cat short story up for sale! You can check it out here. It's called The Unusual Stay at Home Day. There are others there to check out as well. Happy reading!

The Valentine Tree

Flash fiction

I had heard of this place but you couldn’t go there unless you had a love. I hadn’t had any love for a long time so I just had to sit back and hear the stories.

The description of this wondrous place sounded too good to be true, like it was out of some Alice In Wonderland story. Really?

As the special day crept closer, I decided not to be around my friends and planned a little trip away. I never even told them I was going away for a few days.

They wouldn’t miss me anyways.

A part of me was sad but also looking forward to getting away.

But of course the best laid plans don’t always go the way you would like.

First my car wouldn’t start. It worked fine the day before.

I wasn’t going to be defeated so I called a friend and he said sure.

My little secret of taking off was not a secret anymore. When he arrived he was full of questions as to where I was skipping out to.

I just shook my head and told him it was a business trip of sorts. By the grin on his face though, I don’t think he was buying my story.

We got in his car and on the seat is a bouquet of tiny pink roses and a heart shaped box filled with chocolates.

He saw me looking down at them but didn’t say anything. I didn’t ask either.

Just as we are about to turn off to the road to the airport, he keeps going. I looked over at him but he ignored me and kept driving. I could tell he had purpose.

Finally I asked. “You know you missed the turn off back there? I am supposed to arrive an hour early.”

He just grinned.

He drove to a small park and there was something about it that was different today. He finally looked over at me and said. “Come with me.”

I sighed and got out of the car. He waited for me and when I got close he held out his hand.

My heart skipped a beat and I shyly took his hand. This little tingle went up my arm.

“Where are you taking me?’

He looked down at me and winked. “Wait and see.”

We got to a small knoll overlooking the park. He faced me then and told me to close my eyes.

I did.

“Now,” he said. “Think about a tree with a heart shape top and red, white and pink flowers surrounding it.

I’m shaking my head. This sounded like some of the stories I heard about that place.

“Open your eyes.”

When I did, my eyes went wide. The whole meadow was covered in these small red, pink and white daisies. But what really stood out was this tree with a heart shape top.

“Wonderful isn’t it”?

“But I don’t have a love. How can this be?”

He sighed. “Yeah, you do have a love. You just don’t know it yet.”

My face flushed. “You?”

“Don’t look too shocked. It’s me if you are willing to be my valentine. If you say no, this will all disappear.”

I smiled. “Well, I guess we wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we?”

He smiled back. “No, we wouldn’t.”

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Thursday, 2 February 2017


Hello everyone! Today we have this lovely lady that I saw as a moon Goddess. Hope you enjoy!
The Moon Goddess

Flash fiction

She comes on a calm night when the sky is clear and the moon glows white.

It happens during the witching hour.

If you’re patient, she will dance for you but you have to be quiet.

Her wings are as ethereal as the moon itself.

No one ever see her arrive so they don’t even know where she comes from.

The moon is so low that some think she walks out of the moon onto the water.

Maybe she does.

Her magic enchants those who watch her and they say she will bless you with good fortune.

As she performs the water almost moves with her but always holds her up. The moon maybe hold her too.

Her wings of light flutter giving a white ripple reflection on the water making it sparkle in the moon’s light.

As the moon shifts, her performance ends and with a blink of an eye all you see is the moon’s reflection on the water.

Then all is quiet.

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Thursday, 26 January 2017


Hello everyone! Today we have a cat poem! I have a couple of tabbers myself. Hope you enjoy!  
Tabby Tales


The watcher he is and his eyes miss nothing from his perch.

Everything has its place around him. Anything that goes a miss is investigated.

If you could understand his language he would tell you tales of things in the tall grass that you and I have never seen.

His sharp hearing has heard things from far and near that would sound so strange that we would wonder.

To look at him he questions none of it as he accepts what is there and perhaps we would not. He cares not as he goes about his watching and observing.

One time he had disappeared for three days and we worried until the day he sauntered in through the front door without a care nor a nod for either of us.

That was his way.

The only thing we noticed was a small nick out of his left ear. Did he scratch his ear on something or did he have an encounter with something?

He hopped up on his cat stand and started to wash up. Every once in a while he would stop and look out the window as if he was checking on something.

Maybe the encounter?

Did it follow him back?

His words will not tell us but as he curls up to nap, he turns his back on the outside world and just lets the sun touch him.

His name is Sam.

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Thursday, 19 January 2017

The Lighthouse Keeper's Wife

Good day to everyone! Today's flash fiction is a little ghostly. Happy reading! 
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Wife

Flash fiction

They tended to the lighthouse for many years. It was a solitude life but it suited them.

Maria, the wife of the lighthouse keeper kept a garden that was most challenging to keep.

The strong winds off the ocean beat against her berm that protected her garden but not always.

Maria was not one to give up though. She went to the woods and chopped down young saplings and weaved a fence to put around her garden.

Her husband had to go into town for supplies and this time  so she stayed behind.

That night there was a terrible storm and she knew that she would be the one to tend to the lighthouse. Her husband would have to stay in town because of the storm.

She had done this before.

As she was tending to her duties in the lighthouse, she spotted something out in the distance. She wasn’t sure if it was a boat or otherwise.

She quickly went and got her binoculars and took a look out. It was a boat and small one at that.

The strange thing was, it was holding its own to the storm.

Maria went around to the far side where the light was going to shine but it passed over too quick for her to get a closer look.

Then it disappeared. That got her a little worried that maybe the boat was swallowed up.

There was a little bell that rung when someone was coming up the roadway to the lighthouse and it rang.

She ran down the stairs to see if it was the people in the little boat.

When she got down part way she could see a dark figure coming up the road. The beating rain and wind didn’t seem to bother them.

Maria watched for a moment before going down the rest of the way to the main floor. By the time she got there, the jingle of another bell went off.

Maria knew now that they would soon be at the front door. They had to go through her little garden to get to the entrance.

As she was about to open the door, this strange feeling came over her. It was a feeling of dread and that something bad had happened.

Maria opened the door and the stranger looked like her husband but it couldn’t be. He was in town.

The next few moments went by so quickly that no one knows exactly what happened that night.

The next day her husband came back and he found her in the garden.

She greeted him with a smile but he knew right away that something was not right.

When he asked Maria if everything was all right, she just smiled and said it was a peaceful night.

It was the next day when her husband discovered a small boat that had crashed against the rocks. There was one person lying beside the boat. He couldn’t find anymore and guessed if there was, they were swept out to sea.

He told Maria about it and that is when she told him of her story.

They both went back down to the small boat but there was no boat or man. They both disappeared.

Maria then knew who this stranger in the boat was and who was at her door.

That was her first husband who had died many years ago in a small boat trying to get back to her.
He finally made his way back home to her last night.

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Thursday, 12 January 2017


Good morning on a very blustery snowy day! Storm days and school closures. What a day! Today's flash fiction is a lot warmer. I hope you enjoy it and if you want you can drop me some hot tea money in the tip jar. Happy reading! 

Sunflower Surprises

Flash fiction

It started with a note. It read: You are invited to a special picnic in the meadow behind my house. Wear your tiny flowered patterned dress-please?

I was amused. The dress was my favorite. I wondered what he was up to. But I would play along.

The dress was in the wash I discovered. I pulled it out of the hamper and looked at it. It smelled not bad but I had spilled some mustard on it. Forgot to put some stain remover on it. Dang.

I shrugged and pulled it on. We were going to be in the meadow anyway. I would probably get it dirtier.

So, I did up my hair and did my make-up. I looked in the mirror. My dress was a bit wrinkled but I shrugged it off and went.

It was the yellow color that caught my eye first. I shook my head. I was guessing and I was right-sunflowers.

I didn’t see anyone around and wondered where he went. When I got to the flowers, they were sitting on this basket covered in a makeshift tablecloth. There was another note with my name on it-Maddie.

I opened it and it was a bit of a love letter. Although his writing is awful and his attempt at rhyming was funny, my heart still melted.

“Great, you wore the dress.”

I smiled and turned around and saw him coming towards me carrying a bag. I knew what was in it. He went to the burger joint we always went to.

This was going to be our picnic. I almost giggled.

He had this goofy grin on his face and it was the one who confirmed he was up to something.

He greeted me with a hug and quick kiss.

I looked down at the flowers and then back up at him.

“So, what are you up to?”

He grinned. “I can’t hide anything from you can I?”

I shook my head. “Nope, I know you too well.”

He chuckled. “That is why we are a good fit and I want to make it forever.”

I looked at him as he dug into his pocket and pulled a necklace out and there was something on the end of it.

The necklace swung in front of me until I stopped it to look at what was on the chain.

It was two little hearts entwined. He smiled. “That’s us.”

He placed the necklace around my neck and whispered into my ear.

“We will share our lives forever and maybe one day we can say our vows out here.”

I nodded and he hugged me.

We then sat down on the grass and ate vegan burgers. I didn’t even spill any mustard on my dress.



Thursday, 5 January 2017


Hello everyone! Hope your holidays were great. Here is the first flash fiction of the new year. I hope you enjoy.
They live close by and you can hear the whispers. One tries to outdo the other.
It’s like it’s a contest as to who as the better gossip.
They both know everyone’s business including the meadow fairy that it annoys to no end.
One day a dragon fly approached one of the webs and being very brave asked the one spider why she didn’t move. There was a lovely spot over in the daisy meadow.
He fluttered away in time. He asked the wrong one.
The meadow fairy decided to pay them a visit as well. But she feared not.
She eyed both their homes up that were almost touching. The wind had tattered them in places. And dew pulled some ends down in ragged fashion.
She saw the tiny black dots near the middle of each one. The fairy knew that they were watching her intently.
She sighed. “It is time that you ended your feud. I will make a suggestion. Both of you will move to different areas that are of course to your liking and you will both have my protection.”
That spurred movement from both of them and soon they both came to the edges of their webs. They did not look at each other but gave the fairy queen full attention.
The meadow fairy smiled. “That’s better. Now follow me and I will show you some excellent locations.”
After much snapping at each other, they both found their perfect places.
Of course each spot over looked the entire meadow and they could still see each other and keep an eye on one another.
Their gossip continued.
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