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The Vampyre Annals-Regina
My name is Regina Grace Waverly DuMonde. To my grandfather, I am Regina Grace. To my father, I am Reggie. To my mother, I am Mountain Rose or sometimes Mountain Flower when she is in her times of madness and believes I am her daughter who died as a child on the Trail of Tears.…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…