Long ago, in the land of gold and fog, there lived a young girl named Tamalpais. She was the daughter of the chief of her tribe, and she was so beautiful that warriors from up and down the coast would
The tavern door swung open with a bang. Most of the men in the room blinked and recoiled from the bright sunlight streaming in. Some even got up from their seats and went upstairs, shooting nasty looks at the newcomer.
Ukobach sat at his desk, staring blankly at the endless pile of papers in front of him. He was going cross-eyed with all this paperwork, but he also knew that if he didn’t start working now, his boss would come
The store had been on Main Street for as long as anyone could remember. Signs proclaiming “Love Potions for Sale” and “Greatest Wishes Fulfilled” always got a chuckle from passers-by, but nobody ever admitted to actually going inside. Still, in
Suzette had never been a risk-taker. She had spent the past 27 years of her life meticulously calculating the safest route through every predicament, from her six-hour, perfectly-timed, and virtually painless entrance into the world (or so her mother said)
For the IndieInk Photo Battle (#IIPhoto) this week, Tara Roberts challenged me with “food” and I challenged Hannah with “love.” Author’s Note: I made this soup from scratch on Sunday night, and oh my goodness was it good!
“Morning, sunshine! Late for work again, I see.”
For the IndieInk Photo Battle (#IIPhoto) this week, Chris Hughes challenged me with “shiny” and I challenged Mary Terrani with “sickness.”
For the IndieInk Photo Battle (#IIPhoto) this week, Sarah Cass challenged me with “music” and I challenged Chris Hughes with “peace.”