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Tuesday Tales and Seeing Ghosts

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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. This week the word prompt is "ghost". You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Nausea overwhelmed him, coming in consistent waves. He wretched until his belly emptied, then could only produce dry heaves. He curled tighter, trying to comfort his roiling stomach, which created pain elsewhere. He tried to recall what he was doing there, but thinking hurt his head with a sharp, itchy prickling. Yet flashes of faces assaulted his memory—Caleb, Morgan, old childhood friends, his mother, finally his little brother. The pain hurt his heart as much as the physical wounds. He tried dismally to make it stop. He couldn’t reach any of them, his voice seemed muted. The twilight of his reality kept him from knowing

Tuesday Tales and Eating Seeds

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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. This week the word prompt is "seed". You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ The sun warmed the truck and the travelers, creating a lazy atmosphere. They finally turned the radio on, seeking new stations as they left one tower band when the incessant static drowned out the music. They stopped occasionally to stretch their legs and get refreshment. Caleb insisted on sunflower seeds and Dr. Pepper to keep him alert while the rest of them chose random boredom foods. He and Owen exchanged turns driving. The late afternoon sun finally dipped low enough to signal supper. Yet, they continued on, with promises of home cooking from Mr. Richard upon their arrival. At the end of the day, deep in southeast

Tuesday Tales and Healing Waters

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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. However, once per month, we write to an image. This week it's the picture prompt. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ The moss-covered cypress trees framed the invisible lake. She considered it invisible because she knew where to go to hide away from the throngs of day to day life. Simple nature calmed her soul.   Tangles of aquatic plants flourished in the natural body of water. The only natural large lake in Texas. Also famed as the largest natural lake in the South, the lake had a mystical reputation. People came to get lost, to get away from hectic life of nosy, invasive civilization. She was there to get lost, to get far away from the not only the things happening in her life, but, the way she fel

Tuesday Tales with Chain

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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-chain.    This will be an excerpt f ro m my new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ “I have people whispering behind my back too, but, they don’t do it as much the more time passes. Eventually they stop.” Owen thought back to the times when everyone in town looked at him with a mixed gaze of fear and pity. He hated it then and really hated it now. “Plus, I have tough skin, it all rolls off.” Owen knew that was a lie, but, it sounded good. “Let’s stop with the motivational speech. My life hasn’t been any good from as far back as I can remember. I was basically still a kid when everything got messed up. This isn’t about sticks and stones breaking my bones, but words never hu