Chapter 5...Friday Morning That morning, Rhonda J carried her coffee, toast and newspaper back to bed. Cornelia raced ahead and hopped...

Chapter 4...Early Thursday Evening “Hanna, you have got to see this ranch. It’s cooler than you could ever imagine. Two forty acre...

Chapter Three...Rhonda J The two horses were standing side by side, tails swishing away the flies. One periodically taking an irritated...

Yesterday I awakened to silence. Quiet and still. My breath held its own to blend in. Quiet and still. The frosted pane revealed not a...

Chapter 2 Grub Gulch was a snake of a road. With venomous hairpin turns, and unpredictable obstacles. Cattle were free to roam without...

Chapter One...Thursday Morning Two dogs were swimming. Not for recreational reasons; for survival. The black one had just stolen a...

Almost midday amidst The coming of the storm A gathering of forces Pushing hard to be seen The relentless stillness Waiting for an...

Do you ever find yourself using the same tired words over and over again while writing? Words such as, 'thing',' tool', 'car', etc? These...

Who positions windows this high? So high a step stool begs to be climbed. Rectangular, a six inch height Horizontally, two feet long. A...

By Laurie B. Ballard To rhyme or not to rhyme? This is where you the writer own Your individual freedom of creativity, Choice of...

In the taupe of the late afternoon The tree remembered who it was Shaking leaves off spindly limbs Unraveling ancient myths This plethora...

My first love was music and I have been a musician all my life. I play several different instruments and love to sing. When the Beatles...