Mary Haynes splits her time between a romantic old sailboat in tropical waters and a beach home in Ontario. A wanderer, by fate, she embraces wherever she roams! Mary recently completed her first children’s book, “Who Ate My Peppers?”
The New Crop
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," Kevin said as he stared at the milky way. Tara glared at him. "And that's one of the many reasons I'm not going. Please, can't we just lay here and enjoy this beautiful night together?" She refilled their wine glasses.
Can't Run Forever
A long piercing whistle startled me awake. I forced my eyes open as I struggled to sit up. My head was throbbing. “Okay, I’m in my car and it's not moving; that’s good. It's so dark; the power in my building must have gone out. I can’t believe I was so tired I fell asleep in the back seat of my car in my condo’s underground parking! What's that low rumbling and the constant swaying feeling? Okay, crazy girl, stop talking to yourself and let’s get to your apartment.”
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There were stories, of course, passed down through the generations. Books were written, movies made, some sweet children's fantasies, and others terrifying bloody battles. Most folks wanted to believe in dragons and unicorns, although most adults didn't admit that. Ember wasn't your typical adult.
Dear Mom, I stole your socks. It wasn't intentional, I just borrowed them, but I never got the chance to give them back to you. I still have them, despite my many moves since. I keep them in my sock drawer, and I feel guilty even after twenty-seven years.
Tails from the Titanic
Allow me to introduce myself! I'm Bella, and I'm a direct descendant of Jenny, the ship's cat, who lived on the Titanic. This story has been passed down through the generations when we gather under a full moon and sing the songs of our people. Most folks think that Jenny perished that terrible day along with most of the passengers. But I'm here to set the tale straight, or as we like to say, make sure your tail follows you through the door.
Supporting the dreams of those who strive to help is important and is personally fulfilling as well. Through the years I've tried to help various organizations by volunteering, fundraising, or donating. The charitable organization I'm featuring here is not close enough for me to volunteer at. If it were, I'd be there every day because it's just so delightful! Do yourself a favor and follow The Ass Menagerie Sanctuary (TAMS) on social media. The animals and their antics will help bring a smile to your day.
The Purloined Penguin
Fran hadn't asked where the penguin came from. She loved penguins. She loved Ross. Ross gave her the baby penguin for a one-year anniversary present. The following day he left town to work on an assignment. He told her that the penguin was to remind her of how much he loved her. Other guys gave their girlfriends stuffed animals, but Ross, well, Ross's love was exuberant.
Shallow Waters, Deep Secrets
Jen walked the beach every sunset no matter what the weather was. She loved her freedom. Even when the wind screeched in her ears and sandblasted her skin, she always felt renewed. She stopped each night at the spot on the beach where pebbles gathered in a pile. Jen gazed out at the horizon and whispered into the wind, “Pierre, let the fish dissolve you and your sins, and may you rot in hell.”