I don’t like perfect people. Their pristine looks and manners. Fastidious eye to fashion. Not a hair out of place, nor a wayward word or expression. They are, well, perfectly boring. Hamilton Hanover was just such a person. His golden curls always just so, as if he had just stepped off some Greek god’s pedestal…
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 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 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….
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…
(This is the first Story Teller story.) DECFUN4.JMW-WK2Copyright 2001 Julie WeathersAll Rights Reserved This was a writing exercise I did for the theme of winter. The Story Teller Lone Wolf loved children. He had once dreamed of having many sons and daughters, but he was now an old man with no children to call his…
Yet another writing exercise. DECFUN.JMW-WK3Copyright 2001 Julie WeathersAll Rights Reserved A Child For Story Teller Young Pretty Elk stood in front of the lodge, surrounded by people and possessions. The proper amount of mourning time had passed and today was the give away. All of her dead husband’s belongings had been given away. The women…
And now, because too much sappy sentiment isn’t good for you, a double dose of the adventures of Martha and Tilley. 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 Tilley stared at the notice on the bulletin board. The Old…
DecFun2-WK3-JW Mermaids and Candles By Julie Weathers Copyright 2000 All rights reserved. Mermaids and Candles Martha peered down her nose through her trifocals at the catalogue on the table. Tilly was rummaging through her purse, looking for her magnifying glass. “The Sensual Senior…” the senior center activities director droned on as Martha and Tilly passed…