Category: Wanderings

Have a Cup of Coffee on Nate

My name is Nate, Nate Burns and I’m a detective for the Albuquerque Police Department. My story is “The Tenth Nail,” a new book by Kwen Griffeth and currently in a preorder status on Amazon. Let me take a minute and strongly suggest you buy the eBook while is...

Tell Me Your Story

Recently, the Springfield Writers Guild held another, or I should say, is holding another flash fiction contest.  We have been challenged to write a piece no longer than 1000 words on the story of the “Old Woman” in the picture.  I have included my submission. I found this challenge...

Beatrix Potter

In 1893, a woman wrote and story as a gift for her former governess’ son.  The book was “The Tale of Peter Rabbit,” and the writer was a woman named Beatrix Potter.  She also illustrated the book. Miss Potter grew up in a privileged home and was privately tutored. ...

Remembering Ernest Hemingway

If you have followed my blog for any length of time, you know I have an undying respect for the author Ernest Hemingway.  He is the inspiration for my writing.  Even after all these years, I remember sitting in fourth period English class reading “For Whom The Bell Tolls.”...

Introducing “The Tenth Nail”

Murder is not difficult to solve, most of the time.  Most people who are murdered are killed by friends, or in some cases, family.  If a wife is murdered, the first suspect is always the husband and vice versa.  Let’s face it, it takes a lot of hate to...

With Fans Like You

“Hey, Big Bro, what’cha up to?” “Workin’ hard, how about you?” “The same.  Got a few minutes thought I’d call and see how you’re doin’.” “Really good, but swimming in work.  Got a new book coming out in about four weeks.  Trying to get ready for that.” There was...

Another Flash Fiction Contest

Yet another Flash Fiction contest, yikes. In July, our local Sleuths’ Ink group is holding its “Poisoned Tea Celebration.”  I’ve only been a member for a couple of weeks, so needless to say, it will be my first.  I believe, though no one has actually told me, that the...

Eight Second Eternity

I separate myself, as best I can, from the commotion.  Above me, an unseen announcer welcomes the crowd.  His inane drivel magnified by cone-shaped speakers is intermittently mixed with old country songs played too loud.  Around me, there is a confusion of alleys, pens, and box like chutes.  The...

“I See Imaginary People”

I have an office, which is an abandoned bedroom leftover when my middle daughter moved out to attend MIZZOU.  Sometime ago, I was overheard muttering as I deleted several thousand words I had written a few days earlier. “Who are you talking to,” my wife asked as she stuck...