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Tuesday Tales and a Picture is Worth 300 Words

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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 prompt each week. Most of the time we write to a certain word. This week we write to a picture prompt. I chose the General Store.   You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.












The old doors begged for a fresh coat of paint for mercy against the elements. Chipping pieces of wood pressed woefully against the glass panes of old windows cushioned inside the decaying frames. How there were no cracks or breaks, I’d never know. Then again, everything was built so much better back in the day. People took loving care using their hands to forge masterpieces using only hand tools and imagination. The tornado even spared this landmark. How ironic my husband wasn’t considered untouchable from Mother Nature, but, a structure was.
Closing my eyes, I shook my head, dumping the negativity …

Tuesday Tales and Being Strong When You're Weak

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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 "strong".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.

Enjoy!~





High clouds stirred and brewed against darkening blue skies. The climbing heat combined with the humidity, thrusting against a high cap in the atmosphere. Spring had come to Oklahoma. We’d already had a few strong rains, but, thankfully no tornados. When the sprinkles began, my nerves shot up and I almost lost my shit. I took Ryan underground even when it wasn’t essential. My parents had a cellar they kept stocked with supplies. So, we had a good place to go in the event of another major storm. However, I frequented often, even when the clouds produced nothing more than blocking the sunshine.
Pulling onto the concrete drive, a flash of my former home …

Colin Firth, What's the Appeal? I Could Go On and On...

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Ahoy fellow fathomers, it's been a long time since I had a personal entry in my blog, but, I've been doing some thinking and decided to get back on the blogging horse. So, last night, I'm watching Bridget Jones's Baby, the final installment of my favorite of all time movies series. There's just something about Bridget I identify with. Maybe it's the awkward, self-conscious part of me I will never shake. And, I'm okay with it. I need an element to keep me from getting too stagnant and comfortable with life. You know, that inner voice driving me forward, keeping me going and never giving up. Life is a marathon, not a sprint. As a singleton, I looked to romance movies as an escape, a way to fantasize about my own Mr. Right. And, in that first movie, oh Lord, Colin Firth took my breath away. Mr. Mark Darcy, the Barrister with an impeccable swagger and captivating all business- with a sexy undertone- voice. There's no way he could fake the entire role. Ther…

Tuesday Tales are Pale

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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 "pale".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.

Enjoy!~



Everyone in the small circle of group members welcomed me warmly. Conner walked me in, and introduced himself. He then explained he was simply my friend, and wouldn't be infringing upon the meeting. He politely excused himself and left the room. I was grateful and nervous at the same time he left me there alone. I settled myself into a chair in the circle, and readied myself as best I could. I wasn't the only young widow in the group, and there was also a young widower, Jake, there. He lost his wife in a car accident, so her loss was sudden, like when Garrett died. He spoke warmly of her as his voice broke off a little at a time- like glass chi…

Tuesday Tales This Picture is Worth a Lifetime

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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 a picture prompt. We only describe the photo in 300 words. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.

Enjoy!~









“Sometimes, the hazy light streaming through the trees offers more clarity than a prism.”

“I know what you mean.” I didn’t know what else to say. Suddenly, my life became more clear, the more muddled it really seemed. Maybe he understood.

“I love the way light offers different perspectives. You know, how the leaves can be different colors, looking darker in a shadow.” Tilting his head, he stood fixated in one spot. His smile captured in a moment of contentment.

“I’m darker in the shadows.”

Laughing, Connor reached out and tweaked my nose. “Are you a vampire?”

“I sounded gloomy didn’t I?” Leave it to me to take a beautiful moment…

Tuesday Tales and Angry

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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 our prompt is the word "angry".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.

Enjoy!~


I know enough about death, I’ve seen more than my fair share. I know folks go through stages, and being angry is one stage some folks allow to become quick sand. They plant their feet and sink into the muck and mire of hopelessness and bitterness, losing their will for humanity and joy. Don’t let this be you. Don’t get me wrong- You’re beautiful all the time, especially when you’re angry. I speak my truth when I speak of your beauty. Your passion is exquisite, whether by smile or by ferocity. Damn, you’re gorgeous. Yes, of all the arguments we had, we had very few when you became truly angry at me. Most of the time, it was your anger at some worldly …

Tuesday Tales and Natural Comforts

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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 a picture prompt. We only describe the photo in 300 words. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.

Enjoy!~




Grief is the kind of heartache you feel past your bones to your blood cells, permeating your actual basic body compositions. The overwhelming sadness tricks you into thinking the sorrow actually changes your soul. Such is how I imagine you this first February without me. I know I probably couldn’t even get out of bed if I were mourning you. I want you to remember something. Nature gives us an amazing comfort, an actual natural blanket, covering all the ugliness. When we need peace, we’ve always looked to the fresh snow- lovingly blanketing and protecting everything it covered. Every February, you’ve been my Valentine for so…