There was a meadow where the fairies used to live where people went to pray to the gods for help. If your intentions were pure, the fairies would guide you through the forest to the meadow. If not… you would wander for days and might not return. Maeve prayed the fairies would guide her. As she approached…
Deirdre looked at her face in the rear view mirror one last time before resigning herself to another bad first date. This would be the thirteenth in four months, all because her well-meaning and married friends insisted that this year she would find someone. It didn’t matter that her parents cursed her by naming her…
November is National Novel Writing Month and I’m participating – again. Since I started writing years ago I’ve used November to sit down and focus on writing at least two thousand words each day. In the past I’ve written books that I self-published as Doyle MacBrayne, including Eve ver. 2.0, The Fourth Christmas, Jane Eyre…
I salute you as you stand and battle cat hair, dog vomit, and burned tomato sauce on your ceramic stove top. Last November I joined a writing group in my area and it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. First of all, some of these folks are wicked talented. Out of the…
This short story is for mature audiences only. Fleet Week I love Fleet Week. First of all, as a single woman of average beauty and ridiculous height I find myself feeling like I’m a super model for an entire week. My hips sway more, my hair seems to behave for the entire week, and those…
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