January 16: Today started out normally. My human rose before 5 am, fired me up, and typed. She normally writes science fiction and fantasy, but today she’s working on a children’s story for her writing group. Suddenly, I’m wet. No, not wet, soaked. Continue reading “Diary of a Flooded Laptop”
It was a nothing hike. At the last minute, on a beautiful winter afternoon, I took short hike through my neighborhood. I’m lucky because my neighborhood weaves through a few ponds, and I’m within a mile of a park that has some beautiful natural paths. Continue reading “A Winter Hike”
The bus pulled out, leaving Adam alone in the school yard. Zach’s Zombies waved and made faces out the back window. He would have been on time if Zach hadn’t hidden his clothes during gym.
“Hurry. Elaine needs you.”
December heralds the end of the year. Resolution list from last January in hand, I review my results. Each year I identify one area for improvement. For me, a single resolution, made with intent, beats a collection of promises I won’t keep.
After a couple of months of not much hiking, I put hiking boots to soil on a good trail this week. Continue reading “Christmas Hike in Stone Mountain NC”
A song of the Farseen Chronicles. There are no plot spoilers in this story.
Valiant, Tempe’s brother, has been dead a long time. This is a song sung by the fae bards of a dragon made sword he received around the age of twenty. Dragons have the strongest magic of all creatures in the Farseen and anything they make shares at least some of that magic.
A beautiful December day in North Carolina called to me, “Come, hike. You know you’ll love it.”
I responded with boots, gloves, and a wrap, singing, “Into the woods.”
There are no plot spoilers in this Farseen Chronicles Flash Fiction.
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Lucas stood in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips and glared at the crime scene. The pie pans that had housed three perfectly baked desserts contained nothing but crumbs. He looked to the left into the sunroom where the guys played Pirates of Catan. He wouldn’t put it past his friends to invade the kitchen during his punishment.
After a hectic month I finally got back out on a trail.
N. R. Tucker 