Friday Fictioneers: The Fine

Today, I’m thankful for a ten-year-old son who pointed out the man lying on the ground beside the bicycle and suggested a storyline. I’m also very thankful for our librarians, who know us by name, are always so patient with out crate of books, and who, from time to time, generously forgive our crimes against due dates. Not all library patrons are as fortunate as we…

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Randy Mazie

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Randy Maize

The Fine

Officer Spade pulled out his notebook. “Ms. Turner, you’ve been at the desk all morning, you say?”

“One never knows when a patron will need to find just the right book.”

“And you never saw what happened outside? Never heard the gun?” He held the image of the deceased out to her. “Never saw this man?”

“He… he was a regular.” Ms. Turner shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry, I just don’t like to see…”

“It’s okay, ma’am. I’ll be going now.

Four dollars, twenty cents. The fine bag laid neatly over Ms. Turner’s pistol.

Friday Fictioneers (n): A world-wide community of writers addicted to writing 100 word stories based on a photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 

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Cover Reveal: GRIT OF BERTH AND STONE by Lisa Dunn (Wait, I know her!)

Today’s the big cover reveal, and truth be told, I’m not sure I can handle all the pretty. Thanks beyond words to the lovely team at Anaiah who put this together.
Seriously, thank you!
Some other day, I may tell you all the little things that make this cover so sweet to me on a personal level, but for now, how about I just, you know, let you take a peek
at my very first ever book cover?

Grit of Berth and Stone by Lisa Dunn
Surge, Anaiah Press

Banished for a foolish mistake, sixteen-year-old Grit of Berth and Stone scorns the loss of her home, her honor, and her only ally. Only the weak worry about such things.

But war is brewing all across Chasmaria, and as a group of rebels pull Grit into their ranks, she begins to question what strength, courage, and honor really look like. When faced with a horrible truth about herself, Grit must either fight her way back to Thresh or live with the blood of the innocent on her hands.

Release Date:
March 17, 2015
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Author Bio:
As a child, Lisa Dunn fell asleep to her father’s fanciful bedtime tales and played with her own story ideas during the daylight hours. She now resides in a small southern town with her husband, four children, and an ever-changing assortment of pets. Local librarians habitually thank her for their job security.

Friday Fictioneers: So Long

It’s not that I’ve been staying up too late or getting up too early or that I’ve been tending a sick kid and attempting to homeschool after a weekend of junk food and also training a puppy not to eat and drink from the kitchen sink…

But all of that may have influenced today’s short piece for Friday Fictioneers. Props to anyone who can locate all the items in the photo that made it into the story.

Claire Fuller (7)

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller

So Long

So long. Farewell.

The hambone’s sitting in the middle of the counter, but I don’t care. Someone else can clean up this mess. Throw it all in the trash can, for all I care. I’m so tired, I’m gonna go all nuclear if I don’t get some sleep. So, I’m just gonna pull my puffy down comforter over my head and let my motor recharge.

Auf Wiedersehen. Good night.

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Friday Fictioneers (n): A world-wide community of writers addicted to writing 100 word stories based on a photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 

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Trailer Reveal: THE LAST STORED by Sonia Poynter

The Last Stored by Sonia Poynter
Surge, Anaiah Press


After the sudden death of her parents, making it through the day is a struggle for Amber Megan Peel. In the midst of her grief, an exquisite bird perches on her garden fence and shows her visions of a vivid landscape and a dark lord slouching upon a throne. She thinks the visions are tied to her sorrow. But when a boy flies through her kitchen window to tell her she’s the Last Stored, she wonders if she’s just lost her mind.

Cree of Din is tasked with one job: Bring Amber home. For seven years, Cree has trained as her protector and it is the ultimate responsibility. Failure means Amber’s certain death, and that’s not an option for Cree – especially since he’s falling in love with her.

The Returning has begun. Now all Amber and Cree have to do is enter Tali, a world of unimaginable splendor and equally unimaginable horror, and defeat Lorthis. If they can’t, not only will Tali plunge into darkness, but so will Earth.

Release Date:
January 6, 2015

…..and now…for THE LAST STORED trailer!


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Author Bio:
Sonia Poynter is a homeschooling teacher, an active youth volunteer, and a writer.  She grew up traipsing through the thick woods of Kentucky often getting lost in the magic of the forest. The woods inspired her heart and her father and mother, a Kentucky Colonel, cultivated her love for storytelling. For Sonia every day is an adventure, providing her with an endless parade of eccentric characters and vivid worlds. Currently, she lives in the sleepy community of Pittsboro, Indiana, with the love of her life and God has blessed them both with three amazing kids.

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Friday Fictioneers: The Price I Pay

I don’t want to crowd Friday Fictioneers with non-Fictioneers stuff, so if you’re interested in some exciting news and an opportunity to help promote my first novel, please read THIS POST.

And now, back to our regularly schedule Fictioneering…
PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Price I Pay

My flawless face greets the masses proceeding down the boulevard. In pixelated form, I sing the praises of the one whose daily address they slaver to hear, repeating promises he’ll never keep. He’s played the same clip fifteen years, ever since I dared speak truth. It’s part of his punishment, to see myself so beautiful and stupid.

When his smooth voice fills their itching ears, his minion turns me to the mirror, to the bruised, emaciated, broken creature in chains.

Every story has a beginning, middle, end. Not mine. Mine’s one continuous loop – lies and truth, glory and desolation. Lies…

Friday Fictioneers (n): A world-wide community of writers addicted to writing 100 word stories based on a photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 

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In Which I Share Some News and Ask for Help

Real quick, because my coffee’s almost ready…

  1.  I recently signed my second book with Anaiah Press. GRIT’s sequel is slated to come out in August 2015. Editing like crazy over here to meet my first deadline!
  2. The cover reveal for GRIT OF BERTH AND STONE happens in ONE WEEK! Seriously excited to share the prettiness with the world! If you have a blog and would like to participate in the cover reveal or any other promotion of the book, please click HERE. I’ve done a few of these for other authors, and it’s super easy – cut and paste easy.
  3. If you’re interested in more updates, please check out my Author Facebook Page.

Thanks for reading, and extra thanks to any who help spread the word about GRIT OF BERTH AND STONE. It still amazes me that my little book has made it so far!

An Awful Lot of Ugly

There’s an awful lot of ugly in this world.

Broken relationships.




All kinds of ugly.

Here in my town, some ugly things have gone down, and people are shaking their heads and asking questions that aren’t easy to answer. Who did these awful things? Why? And where do we go from here?

Now that news helicopters have flown away, we want to huddle in our homes, safe and sound and out of danger’s way.

But sometimes we have to go outside. I mean this quite literally. Because on top of all the ugly, we sure don’t want to be cleaning up puppy puddles.

And over our sad, confused, and frightened city

Light and Beauty and Glory shine,

Proclaiming to all the world that brokenness and hatred do not reign over us, no matter what the news reports tell us. There is a God who trumps all darkness, who sends His light to shine upon us, who on this dark night asks the heavens to declare His glory just a little more exuberantly.

Turn your eyes from the news, your hearts from the center of our broken town, our broken world. Look up. Revel in the Beauty that lifts us out of darkness.