Elsbeth's fairy, no intellectual lightweight, listened to the underground rumblings from her bluebell swing. The Vines planned an insurrection. With a PhD in Logic, double minor in engineering and

The following micro-fiction piece (just #fiftywords), is for Kimi's #365daysofwriting challenge. You can see the prompt at her DAY 101 post. Depending when you check out Kimi's blog, you can enter the

Fifty Word Challenge Entry - “Forest” The micro fiction story, below, is an entry in @jayna’s Fifty-word challenge. The prompt this week is ‘forest.’ I chose to use it to tell this story, because maybe

It was Saturday morning. We were having cereal around the family dining table. Old Daddy by now was finished cleaning catfish after a successful morning, fishing with cronies. They usually, by this time,

“Daddy?” I spoke this with my heart. His eyes fluttered open. Then fixed their gaze on mine. Pierced me with their message. “I’m unable to repair it this time.” He meant his body. The stroke was massive.

The weeds climbed over from old lady Rose Briar's cottage next door.  Grew until they wound their way into my garden. Thorny, thick vines took over my yard. I cut, and cut with my pruning sheers; but they

This micro fiction story is an entry in @jayna’s Fifty-word challenge. A Magical Realism nod to the Mission Impossible TV (original if not remake) series, as well as a wink to spinoff animations like Pidgeon

A freak Midsummer snow flurry, complete with arctic winds across the Great Lakes, decided my wish for me.  Bookie and I were sunbathing on the sand dunes behind my Lake Shore house. We sprinted inside

MY SLOW AWAKENING TO THIS WORLD As the first and (for a time) only child, I had all the requisite honors, including my own body guard. Our ten-and-a-half month old cocker spaniel, Ally, relished that detail.

Good old Spring the Slinky felt (indeed was) useless. He sat in darkness, with other unused toys at the back of the closet. Fifty years later, a broom came. Made a lucky sweep. Rolled him out the closet

I didn't need this job.  I just liked driving. And meeting new people. However, I wasn't prepared when I arrived to pick up this fare. A group of circus performers, still in costume, waited at the curb

In Part One, a mysterious car slowed down to toss a small box toward Gwen's little homestead. It was still rolling down the berm when her dog Twink discovered it. image credit: jackmac34 at pixabay.com

Twink was making his daily perimeter check. Just as Maisie had taught him. That was a long time ago. He often wondered what it was like for her after she’d crossed over. Still, he'd enjoyed a good life

The Gobbler Brothers learn quickly that life on the farm isn’t all about grazing, mocking the chickens, or gossiping on their new perch. No. They have to pull their weight along with everyone else. “Boys,”she

Image credit: kellepics at pixabay.com The bark of her Elvin longboat glistened in the dew. Her secret party slid along silent waters. Morewyn stood on the prow, pointing her broadsword forward and parting

The Gobbler Brothers came into this world finding it strange indeed. Yet they took to it with zest, as only turkeys can. Check out their debut, "Rescue Me." "No, Me." "Honey," he said, "grab your umbrella.

"Peck." "Peck-Peck." "Hey, Brother?" "What?" "You hear something?" "Yeah." "What is it?" "It's me. Peck-Peck-Peck." "What

Freckles continues recounting how his family helps Old Guy through a terrible ordeal. To read from the beginning, go here for Part 1, or here for Part 2, and here for Part 3. They're still going down.

Heroic efforts by Freckles have brought the two-legs man to the rescue. Yet all’s not over for their two family members. They're still stuck, high up in a tree. To catch up go here for Part 1, or here

In Part 1 of “Up A Tree and Scared Frozen,” Freckles' tries to save a friend, yet now two are in jeopardy. For Part 1, go here. Part 2 follows: In my panic, I jump on the rail and paw the cell phone.