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Tuesday Tales and Shades of Gray

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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 we share the prompt "gray".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ “I very recently found out my father had at least one affair, probably more.” She nodded her head, prodding me forward. Obviously, I hadn’t said anything out of line yet. “I don’t really think mom and dad loved each other very long after they got married. They had separate beds, which later evolved into separate beds in separate rooms. He had at least one child from his skirting around.” “Only one? I can’t imagine how his insatiable appetite for strange yielded only one kiddo.” “Wow, you really have my father pegged. How long did you have his n...
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Tuesday Tales and a Picture

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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 write to a photo.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. “Yes, you can come with me , let’s go get some chow.   An après-ski cheeseburger sounds amazing.”   Matthew’s mouth began to water as Laurel took off her own goggles and shook her hair loose from the Under Armour beanie. He wondered if it was all about the thought of a juicy cheeseburger, or if her long blonde locks had anything to do with it. “Cheeseburger? Are you high?”   Laurel teased Matthew with a ridiculous assumption.   “What do you mean, Miss Health Nut, you having a baked potato, broiled chicken, and salad-ag...
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Tuesday Tales and a Gift

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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 we share the prompt "gift".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Matthew smiled and Laurel breathed a sigh of contentment.   The world as it should be.   Snow falling from the sky, powder on the ski runs, warm heat blowing on her frozen toes, and Matthew by her side.   Whoa, did I just think that? This guy is my friend and coach.   Laurel ran her fingers through her hair thoughtfully, a move not lost on Matthew.   I would love to touch your hair.   I bet it’s as soft as the fallen snow.   Matthew felt like a complete dork.   How corny his thoughts became around Laurel. ...
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Tuesday Tales to Persuade

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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 we share the prompt "persuade".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Paying careful attention to the tracks I made in the glistening, powdery snow, I had a hard time maintaining focus. Carving down the steep mountain, I also wondered where Matthew was.   If I look behind for him, it would cut precious seconds from my time down this run, not to mention I could beef it hard. I wanted to beat Matthew honestly and wished he would give me his genuine best at least once during our many races. He was too much of a gentleman for my own good. Pushing on, my descent slowed, as my mind wandered even further away from ...
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Tuesday Tales and Photo Prompt

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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 write to a photo.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Laurel Cranmer made tracks down the snow-covered mountain.  Her skis laid curling ribbon trails as she sliced through the freshly fallen snow.  When she increased speed, the whoosh of her motion kicked up puffs of icy residue resembling smoke. This place was her paradise on earth.  Matthew followed closely behind, although he gave her several seconds head start.   He skied faster than she did in head-to-head racing, but he decided to let her have this one.   Lately, his interests involved more things outside the competitive ski...
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Tuesday Tales and a Fussy Body

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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 we share the prompt "fussy".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Behind closed eyes, my mind sees as clearly in the dark as when wrapped in the rays of a sunny day, and everything is in fast forward- these clips keep sliding through so fast I can’t grab onto any single one to keep it stationary. Just like I can’t grab onto you to keep you from moving on, away from me, away from us, away from everything I know as love, as comfort, as home. Of course I can’t sleep, my fussy mind prohibits the respite my body desperately needs.   Could you sleep if you knew you wouldn’t hold those hands again so tightly, gripping...
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Tuesday Tales are Hardy

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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 we share the prompt "hardy".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ I bought out every fruit tree the local nursery had in stock. I’m sure I made the owners day with the amount of money I spent. Today, money was no object standing in the way of what I wanted to do. Conner and any available work staff helped me load them all into my dad’s truck and trailer. “Are we going very far?” Eyeing the full load, he appeared to gauge the success rate of getting everything to the site. “We aren’t going far at all. I’ll drive slowly with the hazard blinkers on. Don’t you worry about me.” “I’ve never doubted your determination...
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