The Time Design

time machine, She experienced a strange sensation – one of light-headedness and a touch of nausea while at the same time feeling euphoric and frightened. 

The combined emotions were oddly fascinating, and Sheila wondered vaguely if this is what it felt like to be tripping on a drug like LSD.  But she looked around and acknowledged that she hadn’t moved since she stood in the center of the blackened room. She’d taken no pills or drinks. No mysterious fog or vapor filled the small quiet room. Yet, she felt out-of-sorts. Continue reading

On the 31st

autumn, HalloweenDark is night, night is just right
As I set my broom aside
with a thought so candle bright
My glowing eyes I can’t hide.

On the date of this fall month
I’m allowed to be my self
even eating my best lunch –
can of worm warts on the shelf.

But maybe I’ll surprise them
My witch cousins and witch friend
I’ll knock on doors because I can
Pretend to be a small human. Continue reading

Introducing Pamela S. Wight, author of Birds of Paradise – Readilearn

I HAD SO MUCH FUN BEING INTERVIEWED BY THE MARVELOUS NORAH COLVIN. CHECK IT OUT AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! Hit the readilearn link, below.

In the author spotlight this month is Pamela S. Wight, a fellow blogger, writer, and teacher of creative writing. I enjoy the stories of life Pamela shares on her blog Rough Wighting, and also enjo…

Source: readilearn: Introducing Pamela S. Wight, author of Birds of Paradise – Readilearn

Brother, Back to the Bleachers

high school dances, bleachersI could never get picked up in a bar, or even a high school gymnasium.

Not that I tried that often. I’m not a bar-hopping, party-loving kind of girl.

But still, most women, teenagers to octogenarians, want to feel attractive and desirable.

But even back when I was 16, when I hoped to catch the eye of a cute guy or two, I couldn’t even catch an eyelash, particularly – especially – of the one I had a huge crush. Continue reading

Dawn’s Escape at Dusk

I didn’t normally respond to demands, especially demands by purple-wearing, soothsaying, weirdly-named psychics.

But at this point, I was more worried than peeved by Aurora’s “request” to visit her immediately. On my cell phone just minutes earlier, an on-line newspaper bleeped a headline: “Man found dead on quest to find Hal the Huntsman treasure.” (See last week’s From Dawn to Dusk.)

Was Todd the man found dead? Perhaps Aurora/Dawn truly could “see” the answer. Continue reading