Showing posts from June, 2015

Tuesday Tales is a Stiff One

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, stiff. So, here we go from Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.

“I’ve got an idea, if you’d like to hear it.”
“You’re going to tell me the idea anyway. Whether I say I want to hear it or not.” Mom’s idea of dealing with life ranged from grassroots granola hippie methods to some of the most high tech advances in science. The eclectic way my mom approach life usually amused me. Today she sparked a bad nerve.
“How about a self-defense course?”
“You mean those classes we usually made fun of? You know the women that put themselves into helpless situations and we couldn’t figure out why they’d be doing that shit in the first place. I know to have my keys ready to unlock my car before I walk out of the store. I know to be aware of my surroundings. I know not to be in strange places after dark. Common sense trumps most of what they teach.”
“Oh I’m not talking about those run-of-the-mill self-defense common sense classes.…

Tuesday Tales Is This S$%T Getting Old?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the complex word, old. So, here we go from Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series.

“Loneliness is getting old.” Barely audible, Nixie dropped her head, hiding her face.
“I’m confused, do you mean getting older is lonely or loneliness itself is getting old?” Brant scratched his head, his eyes pleading for understanding. “I’m not trying to be dense. I truly don’t understand what you mean.”
“Ugh, men, boys, anything with a glied, how do you get by every day without self-destruction? Why did I think I could talk with you about…about anything? Next time, I’ll listen to my woman’s intuition and not talk.” Pulling her hair back away from her face, she roughly tied her long hair into a ponytail. “I’ve got work to do, I really don’t have time to sit and cry. What do we owe you for the cow shit?”
“Well, now you don’t have to insult me. You make it sound like something horrible when you say cow shit like that. I prefer to call it fertilizer.” B…

Tuesday Tales, Who Needs a Cozy Setup?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the cozy picture prompt below. We must capture the image in 300 words, no more, no less. So, here we go from Heart Nectar, a current WIP.

“This is my wine.” Sitting beside a warm fire, Carolyn’s insides absorbed the healing properties of the perfectly aged blend. “This is one of my first vintages.” “The color is superb.” Charles tilted the glass, admiring the legs on the side. “Excellent body as well.” Sniffing the contents, inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes. “Very nice bouquet to match, you just might have your first medal winning bottle.” “We’re so excited to be part of the competition. It’s our first big show. Of course, we’ve been in some smaller shows. Hopefully, we do well and it gets our brand some exposure.” Nervously tapping the side of her glass, she finally put it on the table. “Thank you for stopping by, I wasn’t sure if you could include me in your schedule.” “Of course I could fit you in, a lovely woman, roaring fire, an…

Tuesday Tales and Why Suffer From Boredom?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the humdrum word, boredom. So, here we go from Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series.

“Since we’re being so honest, I need to ask you something.” I’d wanted to know about her secret offices forever. Finally a dating man, with a fledgling sexual drive, I wanted to branch out with my conversations with a safe friend. “Please don’t make fun of me.” Definitely not from tedium, Lola flicked her nails against the tabletop, appearing deep in thought. “I want to agree, yet, I don’t want to miss out on a great opportunity to bust your balls. You can see my dilemma.” She laughed, then took another sip of tea. “I’m kidding, dude, ask away. I’m here for you.” Pointing from her chest back my direction, clearly she wanted a challenge. “What’s in your secret office space?” Choking slightly, Lola quickly set the tea cup down on the table. “Not wasting any time are you?” “I assumed it better not to tiptoe, I went straight for th…

Tuesday Tales, Worth a Giggle

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the fun word, giggle. So, here we go from Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series.

“Was it worth at least a giggle?” Lesley lowered the tiki mask from her face.
“I’m sorry, preoccupied, I guess.”
“Are you still worried about email girl?”
I had to tell Lesley I planned to meet this mysterious person. Lola and I reached Homeland Security, but, really didn’t get anywhere. I suppose their caseload was too full to deal with wayward terrorist females who may or may not pose an actual threat. “I’ve arranged a meeting.”
Tossing the island inspired mask back on the shelf, she grimaced. “Why are you encouraging this weird freak?”
“Because if I don’t, this could continue forever, I want this over with. Lola promised to be there with me.
“Lola as a bodyguard might not give you the protection you need.”
“Like you said, it’s probably someone busting my chops, and not anything dangerous. Why are you so upset?”
Groaning, Lesley…