Three Line Tales - A short story told in three sentences.
A Creepy Feeling
Sharing My World
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Young Love
"MS. CHARNES, IN your opinion, what are the strengths and weaknesses of romance and/or relationship in YA Fiction?" My head bobs up. I had been looking out the window, dozing with my eyes open. "Wha... Huh?" My professor looks all smug, like catching me daydreaming on a Friday afternoon is oh-so rare. "I'll repeat the... Continue Reading →
On Writing
I'm always looking for advice on how to improve my writing. Today, I stumbled upon C.S. Lewis's 1956 letter to a young fan named Joan Lancaster. I think he pretty much summed it up. The full letter is worth a read, too. 1. Always try to use the language so as to make quite clear... Continue Reading →
We Are All Stardust: Part 3
I CAUGHT UP with Ezekiel Erikson in the student commons. He was a good looking black kid sitting alone in a corner booth, his head buried in a book. When I got closer, I could see the title. C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain. "Are you Ezekiel Erikson?" I asked, even though I knew he... Continue Reading →
Word
I am a part of everything that I have read. - Theodore Roosevelt
Ostensible
MAGGIE, THE OSTENSIBLE leader of the Compassion Heart sorority, clapped her hands in a futile attempt to quiet the room. "Ladies! Ladies... let's get started. Please? Ladies!" Her exhortations went ignored; if anything, the room grew louder. Kate frowned and glanced at her phone. If this meeting didn't get started soon, she'd lose her reservation.... Continue Reading →
Bedizen
Veronica walked into the room carrying a stack of dresses. "What do you think? Anything worth bedizening?" Betty stared at her, then marched over to the bookcase and pulled down the latest edition of Merriam-Webster's Unabridged English Dictionary. "Bedizening? Omigod. Who says bedizening? I can't... I can't even. Bedizening. Bed. I. Zen. Ing. Whatever. What...... Continue Reading →
Balmy
LISA'S FEET HURT. She knew better than to wear new shoes on her shift, but her manager had been up her butt about her old, worn out Keds. The last time she'd worn them, he'd threatened to fire her. "Come on, Lees. How do you think those look with the uniform? Wear them again, and... Continue Reading →
