I Am Death

There is a conversation going on at Janet Reid’s blog that evolved into conversations about vampires.  The prevailing thought is vampires don’t sell. The market is saturated. I have always believed a great story written beautifully will find a home. So, to all the vampire writers out there, fly free. Regina is a character in…

The Vampire Freyja

I hesitate to post this because it’s purposely written in a rather disjointed fashion. However, we were discussing Viking settlements in America on the Books and Writers Literary Forum and I mentioned the saga of Freydís Eiríksdóttir, whom this is loosely based on. Someone there asked to see the story I’d written about her. This…

A Woman Scorned

A Woman Scorned

Grandpa Jacob thumped the Meerschaum pipe against his boot heel, knocking the ashes out of it onto the worn wooden porch. He pulled a leather tobacco pouch out and carefully tamped a fresh load into the ornately carved bowl. I scooted closer to his rocker so I could smell the fruity blend. Mama warned us…

The Devil Wore Blue

The Devil Wore Blue

Once again, I am scavenging from history. I can’t remember the woman’s name nor the Union commander’s, nor even where it takes place, but I think it was Louisiana. A company of Union soldiers came to a plantation and demanded the woman surrender it. She met him at the door with a knife and told…

Love Keeps Me Warm

Love Keeps Me Warm

This is a writing exercise based on the phrase “Love Keeps Me Warm.” Years ago I read a journal written by a Yankee soldier who had been captured by Confederates. He detailed his stay as a prisoner of war in Texas and spoke of the hardships suffered by both the captives and the Rebels keeping…

Think Green

Decfun/Green exercise Copyright 2001 Julie Weathers All rights reserved Warning Martha and Tilly are browsing through Victoria’s Secrets again. Think Green Martha and Tilly stared at the notice on the bulletin board. The Old Gray Meres were fund raising again. Martha peered at the list of suggestions and snorted. “I ain’t wearing those stupid Dutch…

Martha and Tilley at Moonrat’s Party

In case you missed it, Moonrat is having a party. Stop by and say hi to her. Martha peered in the screen door at her friend, who was hunched over with her head on the kitchen table. She better not be dead. “Tilley, what are you doing?” Tilley lifted her head and went to open…

Martha and Tilley at Miss Snark’s Party

Martha and Tilley walked into the banquet room and looked around. A blonde woman with a clipboard bustled about the room in a state of panic. She looked up at them and smiled, but it melted quickly, when she assessed them. “John,” she snapped her fingers at a walking acne treatment, “these ladies are lost….

Martha and Tilley at EE’s Party-Part 2

Martha glanced back at the throne area. The woman with the biggest ostrich feather fan was clubbing the other fan bearer. She swung around, ducked a fan to the head and crouched down. ROBIN in big white letters was emblazoned across her purple silk-clad butt. “Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” Martha said….

Martha and Tilly at Evil Editor’s Party

Evil Editor can be a little intimidating at first glance. Well, at second glance also. However, his blog is a pure joy and oddly enough, people get genuine help there, but he will deny that. There is an image to uphold and all. Even so, I would love to pinch his little mutton-chopped cheeks and…