perils in writing and whatnot by G. J. Jolly
I wanted to kick about two unrelated topics with you this week. Both are of a personal nature. Neither one has anything to do with the other. Here goes... § Hump Bear Marble is our one male cat inside. You can read more about his past here. Being fixed, it would stand to reason that …
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A disagreement can break the bonds of an otherwise congenial relationship. Is the subject of debate that earnest? Are the words voiced so callous and bitter? Is the bias of one or both that contrasting? Yes, the topic can be that grave. One or both can utter words that knowingly or unknowingly devastate the other. …
Did you miss the previous parts of this story? part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ∴ Ruth was quiet on the other end on the phone. Clearly she was hesitant to tell Shelly the rest of what was going on. Ruth and Shelly had been a little more that boss and subordinate since …
Another short story for you... ∴ It was a glorious Tuesday morning. Shelly decided it was warm enough to have her breakfast on the patio so that she could watch the birds pick at the grass to gather seeds. Even though the day was exceptional, something was gnawing at her deep in her gut. I …
If you’re just getting in on the story, you may want to read the first three parts before continuing. Part 1 is here. | Part 2 is here. | Part 3 is here. ∴ Lillian was horrified by what Kurt told her. She sat dumbfounded in her chair staring at Kurt. From what Officer Reynolds …
His grandfather’s library was a place of masculine enticement. The oak paneling covered all but the wall where the large bay window was with its padded bench for people who wanted to read by natural light. That wall was dressed with a solid color of faded peach. The carpet, thin with wear in the traffic …
This is in response to a writing prompt from Today’s Author. This blog offers helpful advice and writing prompts to writers of all levels. They had a spectacular evening. The food was superb at the country inn fifteen miles out of the city. He was dressed right for the rendezvous; he was sure of it. …
Sorry I’m a little late with this post. Even though Hubby and I don’t have any children at home anymore, we contracted strip throat somehow. I barely have it, but Hubby is suffering. I had the post all ready to go for scheduling last night, and just forgot to do it. My guess is I …
I would have wanted to reblog this no matter what day it is. However, with it being Valentine's Day, it certainly is appropriate.
If you missed part one of this series, click here to read. If you missed part two, click here to read. ∴ Neil arrived at Janice’s a little early. He didn’t hesitate to knock on the door. He heard muffled noises coming from inside as if someone was talking. He couldn’t make out if it …
I’m not sure how it’s happening, but since right before the first of the year, I haven’t received the Friday reminder post from Linda G. Hill. Luckily, I do receive the one for the JusJoJan event. ∴ This Saturday Stream of Consciousness prompt is the word, opposite. This one is going to be easier than …
This flash fiction is from a writing prompt at Today's Author. Janice looked in her closet on Friday night, trying to find something to wear to the small party her boss would be hosting on Saturday night. She hadn’t been out since her husband had passed away, before he became so ill. Her boss, Willa …
