I’m so excited for… Steampunk meets Peter Pan. Need I say more? Maybe not, but I will! Author Wendy Spinale brings an imaginative and new approach to the world of Peter Pan. London has been destroyed in a blitz of bombs and disease. The only ones who have survived are children, among them Gwen Darling and her siblings, Joanna and… Read more →
Pitch Wars Hopeful Mentee.
Hi! When my critique partner introduced me to Pitch Wars, I was so amazed by the many busy writers willing to give their time to help other writers grow in their craft. Huge TARDIS full of thanks to all the mentors! Thanks also to Christopher Keelty for his PitchWars mentee blog hop. A bit about me: As young girl, I… Read more →
The Prisoners
by Jennifer Dyer Some call it death row. Others, The End of the Line. Whichever, I’d been moved here, all the way to the back of the prison. The fresh inmates get the spots closest to the door, but us hopeless cases move backward as each newbie enters. When someone gets to the last row, that’s it. The next… Read more →
Goodbye to Reba
By Jennifer Dyer *I wrote this fiction story for my 2 y/o niece when her best fur-friend died from cancer. It’s not meant theologically sound or anything, but she was facing the loss of another family friend to cancer at the same time. It helped her understand and not be afraid for Reba or “NelNel”. Today, I’d like to dedicate it… Read more →
The Official Dilemma
by Jennifer Dyer They’d covered every inch of the table with food. Roasted animal flesh swam in congealed brown liquid. Vegetables drowned in butter. Thick soups included more meat. Piles of flaky rolls anchored the corners, and a layered chocolate cake domed high with strawberries rose in the center like a king’s crown. When was the last time I’d seen… Read more →
All that shines isn’t a diamond.
by Jennifer Dyer As far as I was concerned, Jonny was the handsomest boy I’d seen, especially that night with his pressed suit and thick hair. I knew he’d never take a shine to the likes of me. Except he did. What a night that was. That boy could’ve sold sand to a caravan in the Sahara dessert. He told… Read more →
Grandmaw says ain’t no such thing as ghosts.
by Jennifer Dyer Grandmaw always said, “Tain’t no way, no how they’s such a thing as ghosts.” Maw says the same all the time. But they don’t know what I seen last night. In January, Uncle George brung us word from up the creek that Grandmaw had taken a powerful bad turn and weren’t none of them sure she would… Read more →
The Supe Store
by Jennifer Dyer I grasped the store’s icy door handle. Darkness swallowed the shapes around me—the garbage dumpster, the stoops, the litter windblown to the curbs. Why did this place have to be in such a dump? Then again, we didn’t want just anyone shopping here. The net reporters called our cadre of crime fighters Supes (pronounced soups) thanks… Read more →
Six-word story.
by Jennifer Dyer Long or short, people enjoy stories. I recently came across an article about reading and writing short stories. In the article, the author referred to a famous six-word story sometimes attributed to Earnest Hemingway: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” It evokes all sorts of images and emotions. For me, sadness, like maybe someone was having a… Read more →
What this is all about
This used to be a book review blog, but I soon discovered that wasn’t my niche. With all the other writing I did, I couldn’t keep up with what I wanted to accomplish. Plus, I wanted to write stories, not write about stories. Thus, my “sblog” idea germinated. As a child, I replaced my regular doll house people with… Read more →