Archives for June 2013

The Spot Writers: The Leak

spotsThis week’s post comes to us from Val Muller. The theme this month for the Spot Writers is “water.”

Val says: The  following poem, modeled after Poe’s “The Raven,” is based on an event that happened to me one cold, rainy night in January, when my (third-floor) washing machine decided to break and leak during the most rainy storm of the year. If you like creepy things like water demons, be sure to check out my newest book, Faulkner’s Apprentice, at www.valmuller.com .  

THE LEAK

Once upon a midnight deluge, while I cuddled in bed for refuge

In the warm, deceptive comfort of the flannel that I wore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping–

Someone not-so-gently wrapping, wrapping at the bedroom door.

“Tis my husband,” I yawned and muttered, “tapping at my bedroom door— [Read more…]

The Spot Writers: Revenge is Sweet – and Sometimes Soggy

spotsToday’s post is by RC Bonitz, author of A Blanket for Her Heart and the A Little Bit of … series. This story isn’t his usual style. Enjoy.

 Revenge is Sweet – and Sometimes Soggy

“Is that who I think it is?” I hissed.

“Bill Jackson? Yup, he’s the jerk who ran into us,” Brenna murmured.

“And cursed us too. Somebody ought to teach him the right of way rules.”

She nodded. “He thinks he’s God’s gift to sailing.”

“Really?” I said and started across the room. [Read more…]

The Spot Writers: No One Will Ever Love Her More

spotsThis week’s story comes from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of working on her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year.

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 No One Will Ever Love Her More

I feel betrayed.

I often wonder how the woman who once called herself my best friend could ignore my calls and messages, instead turning to other ‘friends.’ They’re just people she sees more often than me, now that we don’t work together. They don’t know her like I do. They don’t understand.

Still, I’m out of sight, out of mind.

Every single time I call she lets the phone go to the voice mail system. A minute or two later, she’ll text me instead of calling me back. I hate texting. Good friends don’t text. They talk. [Read more…]

The Spot Writers: Shadow Dance

spotsThis week’s post comes to us from Cathy MacKenzie, who writes mainly short stories and poems. The prompt this month for the Spot Writers is to write a short story including three of the following words: courage, car, obvious, sashay, checked, twitched.  Cathy used the following words: courage, car, obvious. She hopes you enjoy her story!

Check out her blog at: http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/  Her books are available on Smashwords at: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack

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Shadow Dance

At the restaurant, in between mouthfuls of Thai chicken bites and Caesar salad, I take stock of Dan, my husband. I’m startled to notice how much thicker—and darker— his hair seems. Has he died his white hair a tawny brown? His face—once etched with deep furrows and molted with red blotches—is smoother than I remembered. His burnished skin glows, like he’s spent too much time outdoors.

When we arrive home, I glimpse my own face in the hall mirror—a face I almost don’t recognize. I stare at the drawn reflection bordered with wispy whitish hair. Crows’ feet fan from the outer corners of my sunken eyes, and fleshy bags perch beneath dwindling lower lashes. My jowls sag like soggy dishrags pinned to the clothesline on a breezeless day. [Read more…]