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Rated: 13+ · Book · Friendship · #2295863
This stuffed Beanie Baby dog came tagged "tracker" which fits my search for knowledge.

Here are words I like to write
All day long 'til it is night.

2023 Quill Winner
Best Reviewer & Best Biographical Stories Portfolio
September 5, 2024 at 11:50pm
September 5, 2024 at 11:50pm
#1076344
Prompt 5 WdC Birthday Blog Bastion: Tell us more about the writer in you. 313 words

I started writing stories when I was 8. My fifth grade teacher was an avid reader and gave us a healthy reading list. Her mantra was, “Results, Not Excuses!” Very early that school year Miss McCune gave a writing assignment. There were no rules like word count and the topic was your choice. We not only were required to write the story, but we would read it standing up at the front of the class. I wrote my story, “The Little Pin”and read it to the class. They laughed at the right time and clapped when I finished. That sold me. I aspired to be a writer for years.

What blocked that aspiration was boys, basketball, and bowling. In addition to my affinity for words, I was a better than average athlete. My dad worked in the sports biz and I grew up watching and playing. There was so much to do, there weren’t enough hours in the day. My writing was in diaries and personal letter writing.

I would resume writing in college. I took a speech communication class and began writing and giving them. I joined Toastmasters, soaring through their program. Fast forward to the late 1990s. The internet with chat rooms and soon after on line journals. I wrote entries every day starting in 1999. My method of writing is to think about the topic or idea for days. When I sit down to write, the words flow. I write, edit, and publish at the same sitting.

If words don’t flow, I don’t sit down to write. I will jot some notes and set it aside and move on to other projects. Having a presence at more than three writing sites is time consuming. I keep up as best as I can. I felt a time came to choose. I came back to WdC and felt a renewed interest in writing. I have surprised myself authoring a smattering of poems. I will write until the end.
September 5, 2024 at 12:37am
September 5, 2024 at 12:37am
#1076281
Photo Prompt 4 Art Painting 401 words

The Missing Artist


Olivia stared intently at her cousin’s painting hanging in the dining room of her palatial home. Her cousin James painted the gripping countenance of his great-grandparents’ hands. They are kin to his mother’s side of their family. Olivia understood why their index fingers were outstretched pointing toward each other. James, her cousin, took a great interest in family history. He painted numerous portraits, his specialty. She was not surprised when Prince Harry commissioned him to paint portraits of his children.

Olivia received a puzzling text from James. It seems the Prince missed their appointment. While leaving the place alone, he was accosted by a gypsy name Sherry and taken to an unknown location. James’ text pleaded for her help. She was at a loss how to proceed. She had no information about where the meeting was to be held. How could she find him? Who could give her information?

Aunt Annie would know. Her father long described his sister Annie as peculiar in a psychic kind of way. She could use her powers to locate James. She phoned only to find out her aunt was gone on holiday to the Gold Coast, Australia. Hoping she would return her call, Olivia moved on searching the internet. She scheduled an appointment with a psychic for later in the evening.

Madame Victoria was feeling poorly. One more appointment and she would take to her bed for the night. Olivia arrived at the appointed hour.

“Did you bring his handkerchief? “

“Yes, ma’am, here it is.”

Olivia watched and waited. The psychic fingered the white cotton handkerchief, turned, and said,

“Look behind the painting of the hands. You will find your answer there.”

“Cut!!!!That’s a wrap, people. Nice work. Check your call sheets for tomorrow. Call times start at dawn.”







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