Monthly Archives: November 2012
Friday Fiction- Fairy Tale Redux Part 2
With every passing year Isabella grew more beautiful. The only person who didn’t seem to notice was her. That is until one day when her father came home from work, and instead of passing her in the hallway he stopped, and looked.
One hand reached forward slowly toward her glossy black hair.
“You look so much like your mother,” he said softly.
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Friday Fiction- Fairy Tale Redux
I’ve been on a fairytale kick lately, on netflix that is. There are several great made-for-t.v. miniseries that put a modern spin on some fairytale classics. If you haven’t seen them yet, you should check out Tin Man, Alice, and Neverland. No doubt as a result of this input, I came up with this beginning for a short story. Enjoy!
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” A whisper barely loud enough to reach its target escaped from the heart-shaped lips of a porcelain-skinned girl.
Moist brown eyes stared at the reflection, seeing only flaws.
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Giving Thanks and Catching Up
The last few months have been incredibly busy and I have failed to complete several memes that I’ve been tagged in. I thought this would be an appropriate time to say THANKS to those people who mentioned me, and to all of you who bother to take the time out of your day to stop by and read what I have to say. Continue reading
What’s Your Favorite Science Fiction Movie?
In lieu of a new story this week, I want to talk about movies. I love science fiction movies. Ever since I was a kid and watched every episode of Star Trek with my Mom, I have been fascinated with the new places and new ideas that science fiction stories present. Naturally, I loved the latest Star Trek film. I hope they’ll make more. Continue reading
Friday Fiction- Part 4 of Safe. Tell Me How You Would End The Story!
One final, inevitable, push and it was done. I struggled upright and dug my fingers into the pool of warm blood that soaked into the sterile white gauze which covered the sheets.
The warm body of my child slid into my hands and I lifted her to my chest. I gazed at the perfect tiny nose, the dark blue eyes, and the tiny little “o” of a mouth.
My baby, my daughter, gasped her first breath. Continue reading
