All in the Head

ALL IN THE HEAD I have to say since JJ and LL moved in, Maria’s life’s got pretty crazy and her head’s become kind of crowded with all three of us in it. I’m Carmen by the way. God knows I’ve tried to get those two to tone down. But there’s only so much I … More All in the Head

The Treasure Chest – Methusela’s Musings

Here we are again, sitting around Gramp’s rocking chair waiting for story time. As always, the  fire is burning and crackling cheerfully, warming the home hearth of the humble little cabin by the lake. Gramp’s nightly ritual  is  soothing and  comforting in its familiarity. We know it  off by heart yet it never fails to … More The Treasure Chest – Methusela’s Musings

Incognito

Incognito was perched at the very top. It was a beautiful summer’s day. The leaves in the tree rustled as the soft, gentle breeze caressed its branches. From this vantage point, he had an excellent 360 degree view of his surroundings. Breathing softly, he carefully and ever so slowly moved his head, scanning with eagle … More Incognito

The One

Abracadabra, hillagazoom!!  Kapow! Zoom! Bim bam bong !! Damn it! Nothing was working. All the spells and enchantments I’d so carefully learned and secreted into the nooks and crannies of my mind were useless. Each of these seemingly nonsensical words had been painstakingly built literally letter by letter. Layer upon layer of magic just like … More The One

When I Grow Up….

She stood on the edge of the cliff overlooking a vast expanse of blue green water.  Below her, she could hear the pounding of the waves on the rocks far below. An ocean breeze stirred her tresses, tickling and teasing her face.  Lifting her arms up high up to reach for the sun, she took … More When I Grow Up….

Miaow

A Christmas in July story – Snuggled cosily in bed, Lisbeth waited eagerly for her Nanna to read her a bedtime story. This was a special time of the night for the two of them. It was a ritual neither one wanted ever to stop. Nanna had come to stay for the holidays. In five … More Miaow

Moonlight Murder

*Announced by neither lightning nor thunder, a sudden hard rain roared down the night and drummed the roof. *The inky trees silvered with moonlight were like a forest dreamed into existence by an artist with etching-needles, a black wax ground board and an  eye for the eerie. *There could be no menace in the moon  … More Moonlight Murder