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Tuesday Tales - Are Memories Hard to Swallow?

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- swallowThis will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

Enjoy!~

Watching daytime television was interesting for only so long. Being in the hospital limited my choices by the channels they chose to pay for. Truth be told though, I could’ve had a thousand picks and still not found anything to take my mind off the everyday. I was sleeping a little better, my dreams reduced to faded happy memories without the tremors of ugliness. It had been three weeks since the tornado ripped through my happiness. I didn’t need a calendar to remind me.
Stirring scrambled eggs around the cafeteria-supply white plate, I’d eaten several bites, enough to quiet the …

Tuesday Tales in the Mirror...what would you see?

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the reflective word- mirrorThis will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary.








Releasing a long exhale, Cameron took his time with one simple sentence. “Sheila wants to move back to the East Coast when I finish school. She’s actually looking for jobs out there.”
Suddenly, this girl angered me, taking advantage of Cameron’s emotions. He was too much a gentleman to tell her no. “What about your job? Seems to me it should be up to you, since you’re gonna be a doctor.”
“I can get a job just about anywhere. There’s always a need for physicians.”
“Don’t you have to take state license exams or something to practice medicine in different states? That test can’t be too easy.”
“You’re right, most states require separate testing, but there’s some reciprocity too.” Running his hand through his hair, he appeared contrite. “We haven’t figured it all out yet.”
“I guess I never thought you’d want to move away from your…

Tuesday Tales to Grab You

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the diverse word- grabThis will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

“You’re in a very bleak place. On one hand, you deserve the right to mourn the loss of Billy. He was your world, your partner, the one you planned to conquer the world with. But, on the other hand, you have a baby growing inside who already loves you. You are his, or her, entire world. With this little person, your priorities change from your own needs to the baby’s needs. You’ve got to be there one hundred percent, taking all the responsibility of mother and father. It’s not a task for the faint of heart. Not everyone could do it.” Was this some kind of reverse psychology bullshit? “Thank you Captain Obvious. I thought I had some obscenely huge tumor in my stomach.” “Stop, you’re just as feisty as when we were kids. You know what I meant.” “I’m not really sure I do know. I haven’t seen you in what…fifteen years? How much could y…

Tuesday Tales and a Picture is Worth 300 Words

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to a photo prompt. As usual, we only have 300 words to accompany the visual prompt. We had a few images to choose from, giving a little more creative freedom.










 I chose the following picture, as it fit in better with my 300 word snippet.  This will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary.


-The summer before my freshman year of high school was exciting and scary. I spent most of the days with my best friend, Cameron Murphy. Cameron and I had been friends since the first grade. Although we became closer that last summer we spent together. Before he moved away, breaking my young heart. We spent hours drifting down the river on inner tubes, laughing and splashing our way down the lazy current. The sunburns couldn’t quell our excitement to be alone in swimsuits, as my body gave me impulses to be closer to his skin. Fear coupled as deeply with curiosity to understand what the adults found indescribably euphoric…

Tuesday Tales, From the Hip

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the diverse word- hipThis will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary.




“I heard them, you know, the rescue team – Billy included.” I looked at Cameron sitting, waiting patiently for my next words. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go any further. When I didn’t speak, he smiled this get out of jail free card, silent proof he wasn’t forcing me to keep talking. Closing my eyes, I released this painful gale hiding behind a dam of shame. “I wanted to tell him to stop, to wait, I was okay. He didn’t need to put himself in further danger, we would be there till it was safe. I’d tripped on something stupid, I fell in the dark, somehow my flashlight went out.” I remembered the throbbing. The pain shot through my hip, shattering my consciousness.
Filling with tears, Cameron’s eyes widened slightly before he closed them again. Clutching my hand, a small gesture meant to soothe became a rock within this swirling rapid…