Camping ahead of a subtropical depression – what’s the worst that could happen?

The crunch of gravel in between pelts of rainfall. That's what woke me up. Dawn was still far away as evidenced by the lack of light that penetrated through the thin fabric of our tent. Though the hour was late, my eyes were wide open and sleep would not be returning soon. Had the noise … Continue reading Camping ahead of a subtropical depression – what’s the worst that could happen?

#ShortStory Saturday’s Flash Fiction Fun with The Writer’s Toolbox – Part Eight

I love to use The Writer's Toolbox (affiliate link) and its creative games, even if they always cause me to end on a cliff-hanger. Unfortunately, all games must come to an end. While I may choose to revisit these characters one day and continue their story, the following is a conclusion to this particular series. Once again … Continue reading #ShortStory Saturday’s Flash Fiction Fun with The Writer’s Toolbox – Part Eight

#ShortStory Saturday’s Flash Fiction Fun with The Writer’s Toolbox – Part Seven

As much as I absolutely love to use The Writer's Toolbox (affiliate links are included in this post for your convenience), I have found it always makes me end on a cliff-hanger. As I am curious as to the story's end (and hope you are too), I have decided to continue the series with a few more … Continue reading #ShortStory Saturday’s Flash Fiction Fun with The Writer’s Toolbox – Part Seven

We Survive, We Improvise – Conclusion #shortstory #fiction

The below is the conclusion to my short story, We Survive, We Improvise. If you missed the beginning, you can read it here. The engines' roar seemed louder than usual in the plane's cabin, likely because the cabin was filled with only about a quarter of the passengers it originally started with. "Let's go home … Continue reading We Survive, We Improvise – Conclusion #shortstory #fiction

We Survive, We Improvise – A bit of #shortstory #fiction

  I waited as the plane’s door latch engaged. Any minute now, I thought. Sniff. Cha-ching. The engines whirled to life, drowning out all but the sounds generated by my seatmates - but I'd heard enough before their roar. "Newbie broke." I turned to Darla with a grin, “just when I said she would." We … Continue reading We Survive, We Improvise – A bit of #shortstory #fiction