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Howdy folks!♥This poem I wrote along with creating artwork to go with it back in October, 2007 as entries in the Halloween art and poetry competitions used to have. Unfortunately, Elftown has become a virtual ghost town now, barely able to maintain a hundred active members, when it used to have many thousands of active members.I have many great memories from the days when Elftown was a lot of fun to be on, with many great, talented artists and writers. To say I once loved the site and support... read more »


Howdy folks!♥With Halloween just around the corner...♥"Spirits' Summons"~ Newer/remake version ~ Full Size PNG:, stirring...Dellaroo stands, smiling over her pot,Stirring up a potion, bubbling hot."Come one, come all!It's time for a spiritual ball!"She spews forth a chant, repeated in three.She dances with joy, tickled with glee.As the v... read more »

The Mitch Rapp-up:

When the Author Died, Was His Fictional Character Worth Resurrecting? My last Road Reads review, Mitch Rapp and Scot Harvath: Oh, How We Wish Those Boys Were Real,  posted on August 4, 2017. At that time, I promised to let you know if Kyle Mills has successfully resurrected the legacy of the late Vince Flynn. [] The post The Mitch Rapp-up: appeared first on Six Legs Will Travel. read more »

Brunch Avoidance

The meal will begin with a delightfully surprising appetizer of fried Brussels sprouts and bacon, the waiter explained. Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait up, Terrance interuppted, Brussles sprouts? Can I opt out? Dude, its amazing.  Try it, Terrances dining partner, Connor, said attempting to avoid a brunch debacle. Nah, man. Last time I had sprouts I Continue reading Brunch Avoidance read more »

Ross Gave a Speech

Friends, I have gathered you here so you can witness history, Ross said.  He stood at the head of a ten-top table, the largest in the most popular burrito place in town, and looked over the assembled friends. Quinn shook his head.  For being Ross right hand man for years, he had very little patience Continue reading Ross Gave aSpeech read more »

Saturday Night at the Parking Lot

Saturday night in a town of fewer than 3,000 residents.  Plans consisted of little more than meet at the parking lot! The parking lot referenced in text messages throughout the town sits in front of what was once the local grocery store.  The townsfolk now received their food by drones coming from a warehouse 100 miles Continue reading Saturday Night at the ParkingLot read more »

A Warning Ignored

Theres something terrifying down in that canyon. My last venture resulted in the loss of three explorers.  A creature, born of fire and greed, based on how quickly it moved and devoured all it touched, lurks.  Waits. Watches.  I saw Predator and thought it was a comedy.  No longer shall I laugh, for I have Continue reading A Warning Ignored read more »

The Robot Wanders

The robot wandered.  With each step it took in sights, sounds and, perhaps most curiously, the sensation of the ground around it moving with each passing human step. The footsteps were like music.  Horribly timed music, but music nonetheless.  The robot had not experienced such splendor, such life.  It was tremendous! The robot followed the Continue reading The Robot Wanders read more »

The Friendship of Palmer and Hal

Man, weve known each other a long time.  Weve got a friendship like Romeo and Mercutio! In it together all the time! Hal said with exuberance.  It was not every day friends got to commemorate 10 years of hanging out together. Palmers face warped as confusion overcame him.  Romeo and Mercutio? Dude, they were in Continue reading The Friendship of Palmer andHal read more »

Jerri Hit a Road Block

Oh crap, folks. Jerri the Fire Ant was displeased.  Her colony had marched for days across desert sands with little to no obstruction.  Now she stared down a green wall thirty times her size and seemingly impenetrable.  The colony would have to find another way. This puts an end to this path.  Lets camp here Continue reading Jerri Hit a RoadBlock read more »

Lenny and the Band

Lets make music history! Lenny shouted from the sound booth.  He meant his words.  The band on the other side of the glass was innovative, challenging, motivated and talented to top it all off. The band cheered and the drummer began to count them down.  Every thing would be recorded at once. Drums, vocals, Continue reading Lenny and theBand read more »

The Treaty

The treaty is signed, Jansen said, displaying the document that brought an end to the long running feud. The two factions remained on their respective sides, but silence replaced venomous speech that had defined the conversation for so long.  Jansen was exhausted.  Peace had taken months to bring about.  Councils were convened, representatives from both Continue reading The Treaty read more »

The Mug Shot

This is public record now, huh? Mason asked, holding a copy of his mug shot. Sure is, kid.  Make better choices now, okay? Officer Darsen said, handing over the remainder of the recently released criminals items. Mason grabbed a lighter, a coat and a copy of Blues Brothers 2000 he did not remember buying and made his Continue reading The Mug Shot read more »

Penny and The Great One

Candle light flickered throughout the chamber.  Robed figures stood round a circle and chanted their mystical words in unison.  In due time, the ceremony would be complete and The Great One would rise. But only if Penny could keep herself from laughing.  She felt like Dr. Stantz at the end of Ghostbusters  thinking of the marshmallow Continue reading Penny and The GreatOne read more »

Walter’s Late Night

Walter! Get up and going, man! Rafi said. Walter did not move.  He grumbled and ignored his friends pleas. Dude, weve got stuff to do today! Rafi pushed. Walter responded with yet another grumble at first, but much to his surprise, found himself capable of speech as well.  Rafi, buddy, I was up until 1:00am Continue reading Walters Late Night read more »

The Interview

What makes you interested in this particular program, Mr. Dover? The admissions counselor asked of Mr. Dover much to his delight.  No one had ever called him mister before. Well, I really feel I was born for the mortuary trade. Mr. Dover explained. Why is that? My first name is Keel. Your name is Keel Continue reading The Interview read more »

The Loan

I am sorry, Mr. Evilbeard, Bank of Slow Island will not be able to approve your loan, the banker informed Francis. Oh, come on! Francis exploded.  His fists slammed against the giant desk between he and the banker.  Country Bank, First Place Bank, Loan-Star Bank; no one has the courage to finance this! Be bold, Continue reading The Loan read more »

Jenkins Fixes Computers

Jenkins! Mr. Sanders shouted from behind his closed office door. Jenkins, sitting just outside in a cubicle meant for no human to sit in, interpreted the shout to mean, kid, get in here.  Jenkins obliged. Whats up, Mr. Sanders? Jenkins asked, peering into the office. Fix this. Sanders pointed at his computer screen.  Jenkins moved to Continue reading Jenkins Fixes Computers read more »

Dreams of Trampolines

Hey, neighbor! Cool new trampoline, huh? Kids are going to love that, Gary said in the first interaction he had with his neighbor, hopefully named Paul because thats the name Gary had set to his neighbors face and was way too late to change that now, in what must have been five months. Hey, Gary, Continue reading Dreams of Trampolines read more »

Cassius and the Barn

The night had turned grim.  Cassius, bucked by his horse, was lost in a land far from home.  He knew but two things; first, the approaching storm brought with it a dire time for any caught outside. Second, the dot on the horizon appeared to be a barn. He ran with all the speed he Continue reading Cassius and theBarn read more »

The Lunch Bag Note

Ah, did you get a note from your mom? Eriq asked. Tyson was caught off guard.  He and Eriq had been eating lunch together for years, but this was apparently the first time the customary lunch had been noticed. Yeah, my mom has been leaving me notes in my lunch box since kindergarten, Tyson explained. Continue reading The Lunch BagNote read more »

Harvey McConnell Was Kinda’ Freaked Out

Harvey McConnell was smiling.  He had no idea why and attempts to stop the smile were proving fruitless. Harvey McConnell was kinda freaked out. This sort of thing had happened before.  One April afternoon during his senior year his right leg did the hustle. His art teacher had to tell him the name of Continue reading Harvey McConnell Was Kinda FreakedOut read more »

The Catapult by Julie Arduini

My goodness, where did this year go? In some ways it has felt so long, and yet, I know I missed posting here because it has been so busy. I pray life is treating you well. A couple weeks ago Continue reading read more »

The Game Changer

She patiently awaited her turn, brimming with strength and power. A game changer on many occasions, she hated defeat. Suddenly she felt a strong grip around her. She was being jostled. In front, towards her right, and left, and pushed ahead again. She kept manoeuvring ahead with every push. Checkmate, she heard!! Victoriously she smiled! read more »


His tiny heart pounded against his chest. His mouth had turned chalky, as fear trickled down his spine. Strong hands pushed him down. And then.... a sharp pain shot up his left arm. Blood. That was enough to make him howl. "There,there Aarin! Come with your Mamma tomorrow and collect your blood group report." read more »

Song and Story by Kristen Heitzmann

A while back, I threw out to my Facebook friends that I needed a certain type of song for a scene in my story. The response was amazing. (Huge bonus: checking out all the artists I havent heard and remembering goodies Continue reading read more »

the candle breaks, tears. (sunday photo fiction).

Wear your best Victorian dress. Latch the white pearls your great Grandmother wrapped [in an old, white cloth] for you since your Mother has become too old to wear it. Hold your thick, brown hair with the wood crafted pin your beloved Father handed—he would have loved the view of his daughter’s beauty. If the Continue reading "the candle breaks, tears. (sunday photofiction)." read more »

some perfect disappearance;

You became dry when you returned. Your eyes searched the white walls for the drawings of our significance, but your found remorse instead. You would smoke when you could not eat, drink vodka when you could not think, and sing hollow songs when you could not breathe. In the slowest manner of time, you set Continue reading "some perfect disappearance;" read more »

Surrendering Time Series on Sale Monday and Tue...

Although Ohio has seen 90+ temps already (and snow in May,) it is now summer. One of my favorite things to do is watch our daughter swim and have a book on the deck. And now, I want to put Continue reading read more »

the voyage without returns; (flash fiction for ...

In our modern city where the people could not travel any longer, we grew together. As our 18th birthday gift, the President handed our Teleportation Bottle—we could only use it once. Whisper the country, not names, and we would be there without returns. I saw two figures in the night as I approached your house. Continue reading "the voyage without returns; (flash fiction for aspiringwriters)." read more »

Cover Creatin’ by Kristen Heitzmann

So much of a writer’s life is putting words together, making story happen. It’s not news how much I love that. But as an artist, I have to say I’m falling in love with cover design. Can’t claim to be Continue reading read more »

the wanderer lost her wonders;

I met a woman who loved stardust, but in the clouds—evaporating and pure smokes. She touched my lips, but never kissed it. She looked at me without seeing me. She locked her fingers on to mine, but it was lifeless. She smiled at me, but it was empty. In the lifetime I knew her, her [] read more »

the morning curtains;

You ran your tongue over the space between my breasts. I held on to your hair as you licked the lush peaks of my body. My knees buckled and I rounded my legs around your hips. Your arousal dipped into my slick wet lips below. My teeth trembled as I repressed a gratifying shout. All [] read more »

somewhere we could still meet;

We drove to the most conscious-deprived town with our windows down and two lit-up cigarettes. We spoke silence as we let the speakers sang the song that could have been the words we had been looking for. There were occasional glances, but nothing more than a fierce stare. I was hoping for some locked fingers, [] read more »

Book Review: The Road to Eden by Rachelle du Bois

Eve Vermont by Rachelle Du Bois My rating: 4 of 5 stars I enjoyed the story of Adam Blythe and Eve Vermont. They had so much to overcome. Eve was secretive and obviously dealing with something that was causing her pain when she first arrived at Adams home as the housekeeper. Adam and his mother Continue reading Book Review: The Road to Eden by Rachelle duBois read more »

the last time we happened;

We had not yet converse into one of our routines. The last time happened years ago; you might, as well, have forgotten about it. The hums of the tall dark trees or the floating fish on the surface of the red sea. The white tears of the rain or the broken voices of the waterfalls. [] read more »

it was a young experience.

It was a quiet dining room. We were miles apart, seating on the chairs in the two ends of the round table. There was an ignored electric fusion over our heads, but we kept slicing the broccoli as if it could repress the rage of the night. “You didn’t have to show up tonight at [] read more »

the last travel; wander, wander. (flash fiction...

I still wonder how you can convince me to travel with a wanderer like you; are you not exhausted yet? Perhaps not. “The Golden Gate Bridge will be my last stop for now,” a snicker from your lips; what a weak voice you have now. “I’ll buy us tickets, then.” “No. Paint the bridge on [] read more »

Manly Readers by Kristen Heitzmann

#ManlyBookClubNames Brewskies Books, followed by manly yoga, aka broga. I admit I laughed hard at this example from a recent trending Twitter hashtag #manlybookclubnames. It was spurred by a New York Times article about men’s book clubs. One Continue reading read more »

this morning, the sun burned the sky.

My chest rose and fell as I gasped for air. I ran from the metro’s stairs down to the train’s cab—almost bending the turnstile pole. I would be late again for work if I did not storm through the place. The cab was already filled with people—we looked like sardines, but blessed enough to still [] read more »

Book Review: Jessica Lost Her Wobble by J. Schl...

Jessica Lost Her Wobble by J. Schlenker My rating: 5 of 5 stars This book, Jessica Lost Her Wobble is one of those books where you just want to know more and more about the main character. The book doesnt disappoint. A full life of memories, regrets, pains and love all wrapped up into one Continue reading Book Review: Jessica Lost Her Wobble by J.Schlenker read more »

a white dress for your dark soul. (friday ficti...

“I’ll take this one, Miranda.” “How did you know my name?” “Try to remove the tag from your dirty clothes.” I didn’t like her tone. I folded the white dress and covered it with a brown paper—the one with dark prayers. “Enjoy the dress, miss.” Midnight rose and the candles burned. I kissed my dead [] read more »

the black tattoo. (flash fiction for aspiring w...

I sat on the velvet skin chair before the empty space of the Victorian-styled event. I rolled up my right sleeve to check my initiation tattoo—an intricate black ink forming dragon scales and its tail. I would be different the next day. Last week, when my mother shot me in my head for my dead [] read more »

her ashes felt rough on my fingers;

In the thick, dark green leaves of the forest, I traveled to search her. The dead leaves crackled as my boots pushed their withering veins under the land. The mists of the earth’s breaths grew colder and blurrier—I had to rub my eyes every once in a while. I tried to see the moon’s beauty, [] read more »

do not expect any reward with your passion; (th...

This semester has been nothing, but a fun-filled rollercoaster with rust rails and bumps along the ride. I won’t say I didn’t lock my seatbelt, but I might have forgotten it has one. I have endured short hours of sleeps, which, honestly, just takes a small amount of time to practice, and high pressures on [] read more »

we had too much speed; (sunday photo fiction).

It was different tonight. Two feet spaces with two pairs of hands on two laps—screaming distance. A three-legged steel stood alone a few fingers away from us with its eye gazing at the speed of the cars. After miles of seconds, it clicked. You took out a stick and lit it up. Beneath the dark [] read more »

Book Review: Alchemist Gift by Mark Giglio

Alchemist Gift by Mark Giglio My rating: 5 of 5 stars The first unusual thing about the story was,in the beginning there was the medieval story about an apple tree and the wood that would be used for burning witches. The scene was vivid and alive and I felt the terror and helplessness of young Continue reading Book Review: Alchemist Gift by MarkGiglio read more »

some voices kill;

The words I had heard when I visited the door of your hotel sent me into my indigo nightmares. “I’m doing it for a cause; soon, he’ll die and we can live in peace.” I did not know my stage 4 cancer was a sling rounded on the cliff’s rock. I could feel your hands [] read more »

Faceless Book Covers by Julie Arduini

With the re packaging and re release of my first novel, Entrusted, Ive spent weeks researching images and learning cover design. Im not quite ready to reveal the covers for my Surrendering Time series (formerly the Adirondack Surrender Romance,) but Continue reading read more »

when the tree calls my cuts.

Some nights, I wondered how the leaves felt when they kissed the clouds, the known barriers of the sky. Were they ever grateful they could see us from above, when we died each day just to soar with them? Our hands bled from our chafed fingernails—could I have, at least, a few drops of the [] read more »

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