I Have Pretty Strong Convictions, I Guess. 8220;I could have gone to the boys downtown, you know. 8220;But here you are. 8220;Every couple of weeks. Take ma, my mother, to church.

Fiction, Poetry, and Loose Change.

Stories from a Dublin Scientist. The wrong kind of love. General Sorcerer Daniel Victor raised his head as his latest patient, a young man, came in through the door. He was holding a long stick with large dog at the end. The dog was struggling to get around the pole at him. Daniel thought a second then said, I need you to show this. Daniel asked, Have you bought any love potions recently? Do you give him treats? But what can I do? Dear Doctor Joe,.

Inspiring mental health through creative arts and friendly interactions. Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The old schoolhouse was small but stood proudly on the prairie. Years ago it was the schoolhouse for young girls and boys that lived on the prairie but since WWII ended, it has become the schoolhouse for illiterate veterans to learn how to read and write.

Two months ago a Washington County road grader slashed our phone line in numerous places. To restore service, a technician draped 3,500 ft. of cable down the ditch, across the dirt road, through the pasture, and into our backyard.

Come and settle here for a bit while I share a tale or two. FLASH FICTION FRIDAY He Called Himself Evan Williams. FLASH FICTION FRIDAY The Tranquil Garden. FLASH FICTION FRIDAY The Salesman. Nearby, recess bells marked the beginning.

They Rose To Their Task. Partygoers on the Princess Rose had no idea that they were being watched by hostile eyes. Captain Heinrich Müller lowered the periscope and gave orders for U-342 to surface. It was a black, moon-less night. Perfect to launch a small boat and head unnoticed into New York Harbour. Fortunately, Princess Rose was not the target, at least not tonight. The Intelligence Officer had been locked in his tiny darkroom for some time, developing p.