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Day 8 – Nanopoblano – The Boy

I’m a behind in my postings, but never you mind. Here is Day 8. Enjoy!


“Anyone else happening upon the scene might have noticed an unusually composed eight-year-old boy,” Sheriff Darnell said. “But when Doc Hammond found the boy, he immediately knew something was wrong. The boy, we don’t know his name yet or where he came from – the boy,” Sheriff Darnell continued, “was in a state of shock. Catatonic.”

“Sheriff can you tell us what happened?” one reporter yelled out.

“The only thing I can say is that we don’t know what happened. We don’t know if anything happened. We don’t have a crime scene. We only have a little boy who was found by the lake and is non-verbal.

“Where’s he from?

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Sheriff Darnell paused. “We’re going to need y’alls help. Humph. Usually I’m trying to get y’all to keep quiet, but this time I’m asking y’all to put this out there. Radio. TV. Newspapers. Read More…

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Nanopoblano Day 2:

I didn’t like the story I’d written for today, so I went back into the archives. Enjoy!!

The Ink Slinger

Kevin could feel the cold cutting through his clothes. He and the other soldiers huddled together trying to keep each other warm. Winter came early.

Kevin had only recently fallen off to sleep when Captain Torres roused him. “They’re on the move,” he said. If there is one thing Kevin has learned from Torres is that you must always be battle-ready. He scramble to his feet and roused the rest of his troop. They quickly lined the top of the trench with barely the tops of their heads showing.

The only thing they had time to think about was making sure the bullets in the chamber hit the designated targets. They could not concern themselves with the melted snow in their boots or the smell of frying bacon.

They called Kevin ‘Eagle Eye’ because he could see anything a football field away without binoculars. Scanning the field, Kevin spotted movement…

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Day 1 : NanoPoblano

Here’s my first post for NanoPoblano 2018. If you didn’t see the announcement post, here is how I plan to approach National Blog Posting Month.

The plan: Each day I will post a short story (maximum 300 words), which will begin with a sentence from the current book I’m reading.

The part in bold is my starter prompt, which is from The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang pg 524.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think.


“The Hexagrams can’t foresee the future,” Kim kept saying to herself as she walked along the long corridor. The floor moaned under her step. She chose each step with care because one misstep could mean certain death. It was a labyrinth of corridors and doors. Some leading nowhere and other leading to more corridors and doors.

Her brother, Joe made her memorize a map of the maze Read More…

NanoPoblano 2018

It’s been 2 years since I last posted and not for want of posting, but because I haven’t been writing. A lot has gone on. Perhaps I will catch you up at a later date, but for now let me say I’m eager to be back.

I chose this month to start posting again because I’m taking part in National Blog Posting Month, which is a month-long challenge to post everyday in November. And well, for me it was just the perfect time to get back into writing and posting.

But Erica, why is post entitled NanoPoblano 2018?

A: It’s simple really. A few years ago a blogger misunderstood NaBloPoMo and thought she heard NanoPoblano, so every year a group of us get together and join the blogging fun. We like to call ourselves Cheer Peppers! If you’re interested in joining us check out this post.

The plan: Each day I will post a short story (maximum 300 words), which will begin with a sentence from the current book I’m reading. You can see what I’m reading and of course follow me over on Goodreads.

Day 12: [J]ailer

Jeremy never liked his job, but it was what was expected. He went into the office – his father’s office – day after day and read off test results and delivered bad news to those unsuspecting victims. ‘Hi Mr. or Mrs. so-n-so, I have your results.’ He’d flip through two or three pages of the chart before looking or rather looking through Mr. or Mrs. so-n-so.

Then he would say in his calm, soothing, monotone voice, ‘I’m sorry, but. . .’ He never quite understood why he used ‘but’ instead of ‘however’. However was just as good he thought. Or better yet why not start with the positive diagnosis. Probably because there rarely was a positive.

How do you put a positive on telling someone
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Friday Fictioneers – “That Old Roadster”

This weeks Friday Fictioneers story is inspired by the photo below. I love antique cars and this photo had me with a rare case of inspiration overload. Don’t forget to stop by and read the other Friday Fictioneers posts.

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Al Forbes

Billy and the rest of the caravan pulled into the lane and came to a stop on the gravel road.

“I don’t know dad. Read More…

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