“You don't start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it's good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That's why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence.” ― Octavia E. Butler
Note: The people pictured above are some of my maternal ancestors working the land Dear Reader: this is a flash fiction piece of only 500 words. It is the eleventh installment in the 12 Short Stories challenge I am participating in this year. I hope you enjoy it. John sat by the fire and readied…
Each year in November, writers pledge to write 50,000 words from November 1st to the 31st. It is a way to kickstart that book you’ve been wanting to write. That averages out to about 1,600 words per day, which, depending on how motivated you are, is easier than it sounds.
This is the tenth story in the 12 Short Stories writing challenge I am participating in this year. I hope you enjoy it! “If we tell the public, society will collapse,” said Aurora, her foot tapped a frantic measure under the table. “At first, yes,” said Gene his arms behind his head, his signature tell…
Come with me as I visit the plantation where Harriet Tubman was enslaved and the general store where she received her infamous, and near fatal, head injury.
Fall is here. The morning air is crisp and invigorating. Soon, these mild 70ish degree days will give way to cooler temps. It’s the perfect time to snuggle up with a good book…and I’ve got two for you! I pre-ordered this book in anticipation of its release. I know it is trending on social media,…
“What the hell kinda name is Kweku,” the white man asked her. “It means born on a Wednesday,” she met his stare with her own. Her horse whinnied and she patted his side, keeping her hand close to her shotgun, wrapped in a quilt. “What’s in them satchels,” the man spit tobacco onto Kweku’s boot….
Grammy had a nature trail on her farm. It wasn’t made with mechanical tools of any sort, just Grammy’s feet. She walked the same path every day for the 30 years she owned her farm. Each time she walked the trail, she flung random seeds to the left and right of her on the path….
I am sitting on the bench across from the harbor watching day turn to dusk as I have done many times before. Behind me is The Market House where foods can be bought that celebrate the varied tastes of Maryland. It was once a meeting place for the enslaved to sell chickens and trade news…
Summer is here and so is the heat! But I’m not complaining because it will be cold again before we know it. You all know I’m a book addict and I wanted to share a great book I’m reading right now. It’s called Shadowshaper. My goal this year is to read more books by authors…
Final moments are usually met with sadness, shock, or denial. I’m part of that last group. I’m headed away from the beginning of the end. Waiting for the last train to make its final stop at this platform to pick up its last passengers. I tap my pocket to be sure my coin is still…