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Transforming Sight, Sound and Thought into Compelling Characters

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Flavors – A Tale of Tough Choices

Cold rain drops sting the back of his neck as he rushes from his car to the store entrance. He darts straight to the frozen section and makes the call, hoping she’s still lucid.

“I’m here,” he says when she picks up. “You ready?”

“Okay”

So hard to gauge one word. He continues anyway.

Continue reading “Flavors – A Tale of Tough Choices”

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The Screaming Boy

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt, Silence.

I watched my teacher save someone in third grade. I did not know it then but I know now. I watched this with eyes that were just beginning to see invisible things like compassion and grace. My third-grader eyes saw friends, Barbies, pizza, roller skates with sparkly purple wheels, Beverly Cleary books and my fuzzy brown and white dog, Candy, licking the window when she saw me walking up the drive. Continue reading “The Screaming Boy”

The Passionate Character Between Excitement and Madness

Writing the Passionate character is exhilarating and scary and one of the funnest things about story telling. Readers understand passion; everyone is passionate about something or someone, even if they do not pursue the feeling. The yearning is there. It can connect them to your characters deeply and personally, whether they like them or not. Continue reading “The Passionate Character Between Excitement and Madness”

The Angry Clock

This response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt, Perplexed, is my stab at a little mad whimsy in honor of Roald Dahl’s 100th birthday yesterday.

The girl in the bed with a cat on her head hit the clock on the table and started this fable.

“SHUT UP!” she said, slapping the snooze, licking her lips, still tasting the booze. Continue reading “The Angry Clock”

Three Feet

This is a response to The Daily Post’s prompt, Reach.

It’s hot in here. Where is here, exactly? Temporary or permanent? No answer. We’ll see. Will we?

“Get out of your head,” he says. “Stay present with me. It’s important.”

Oh. Yes. You know what’s important, right? You don’t know importance past your paycheck. Continue reading “Three Feet”

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