Tag: writing

  • The First Casualty

    The First Casualty

    A Bit of Art & Fiction Once Juanita was gone, things got a little gnarly. Whispers could be heard behind closed doors, and the accusations began to fly. Elizabeth Hill, Belle’s next door neighbor, had always suspected her husband Harry of being a cheat, and it was no secret that he had been even wilder…

  • Case Closed?

    Case Closed?

    A Bit of Art & Fiction Juanita stayed in town for about five weeks, and she was able to make some progress in the case of the sterling necklace. After making numerous calls to friends who had once lived in town, and questioning many of the locals who had resided there since birth, Juanita discovered…

  • Belle of the Ball

    Belle of the Ball

    A Bit of Art & Fiction Belle Bailey, the woman who ran the Hemp Store, was the one who opened Pandora’s box. The locals called her B.B., which had more to do with the fact that they thought she was a busy body than the idea that they were actually her initials. Everyone in town…

  • The Sterling Necklace

    The Sterling Necklace

    A Bit of Art & Fiction… Men were always lavishing her with gifts, but this one was different. The sterling necklace that she wore wasn’t an expensive piece, like the jewels that filled her dresser drawer, but she never took it off. She said it reminded her of someone special, and not a soul knew…

  • Consumed

    Consumed

    As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion. Antisthenes Created for the Word of the Day challenge: Consume When I first saw the challenge, I thought of this illustration that I’ve been wanting to try. And consume is an interesting word. One definition, and the one that…

  • A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

    A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

    Ok, so it’s not Brooklyn. But it’s symbolic. Thriving, in the midst of hardship, there it is. New Life. I wanted to do something to express my feelings tonight, and I do believe I’ve captured it. At the risk of sounding repetitive, my posts lately are echoes of what goes on in my mind, and…