This week the lovely Brenda Margriet wants us to write Flash Fiction using Happy New Year, cigars, orchids. Here Goes! If one more person wished her a happy new year, she was going to scream. Meghan sighed. Of course, she wouldn’t scream. It was the first week in January and she would hear it dozens of times before the month was out and people forgot there even was a new year. But, for her, there was nothing happy about it. She was alone. Her father was gone, her best friend had moved to Ohio to get married and that very … Continue reading →

This week is a Flash Fiction. Someone, who didn’t leave there name (mysterious) asked us to Write 500 words and include Pickle, Letter and Looking glass. It was the hardest letter Mary would ever have to write. What a pickle she’d gotten herself into. The house and everything in it would go to auction if she didn’t get help and fast. She had no friends, but her grandma had many and there was one who might be able to assist. With a sigh, she looked over toward the mirror, left to her by her grandmother, with all the rest of … Continue reading →