While A is away, the blog continues to play. Please welcome Andra Watkins of The Accidental Cootchie Mama. A: This is all about Katie, isn’t it? D: What is? A: How horrid you’re being. You’re put out because she’s not here, and you have to deal with me, and I’m a pathetic substitute. D: IContinue reading “Out of My Head Over You”
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D Meets Yet Another Guest Blogger
While A is away, the blog still gets to play. Please welcome Marie Ann Bailey, from 1WriteWay. Brittany woke to the sharp odor of damp soil and something else, something familiar, something sweet. She tried to stretch out her legs. Her feet touched a solid barrier before her legs were fully straight. She was lyingContinue reading “D Meets Yet Another Guest Blogger”
Guest Blog – Interview is as Interview Does
Announcer: Today’s guest author is John W. Howell who writes a blog named Fiction Favorites. It can be found at http://johnwhowell.com. John will be interviewed by D. So D you are on. D: Since A is still out of touch today we have with us as a guest author; Mr. John W. Howell the world-famousContinue reading “Guest Blog – Interview is as Interview Does”
One does not simply
D: A? A, are you ok? A: Grumph! D: I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that. A: Harumph garumph! D: Are you attempting to learn a new language? I know it may or may not be a Pre- Indo-European language, but Pict doesn’t sound like that. A: Gah! D: Uh. . . A? A: SorryContinue reading “One does not simply”
Claude, Part 4: A New Beginning
D: It’s over? A: Well, my part in Claude’s story is over. D: Well, I suppose. . . A: No. D: What?! A: I am not getting you a pocket pet. D: Can I get a baying wolfhound then? A: No! D: A, everyone knows a boy needs a dog. If not for me, thenContinue reading “Claude, Part 4: A New Beginning”
Celebrate good times
Sean thought he understood. Maureen – proud, fearless and free – had been captive to a crazed, driven man. She’d been unharmed, but alone and afraid in the dark. Now, she was bareheaded in the sun, a pistol at her hip, fighting back. Nothing he could say would ever change her mind, but he couldn’tContinue reading “Celebrate good times”
Fickle Friday
A: So D, are you feeling better? D: Better than what, A? A: You had a few sniffles the other day; I’m just asking after your wellbeing. D: I thought we agreed never to speak of that. A: Admit it; you have a soft spot for Claude. D: Despite that he is not a warrior’sContinue reading “Fickle Friday”
Claude, Part 3: A Choice
A: D – are you OK, D? D: (Sniff). Fine, A. Why do you ask? A: Well, the tissues are a dead giveaway. Gotta cold? D: (Sniff, Snerf, Blooowwww). No-I mean, yes, A, I do. A: I always wondered how you deal with modern germs. D: A, this is not the time for your ponderingsContinue reading “Claude, Part 3: A Choice”
Double, double, toil and trouble
. . . Sean stood in the doorway, watching them, hating them. He didn’t want to care – their fight, their belief – he wanted it to mean nothing to him. “You would hate them for their love of country?” “Pardon?” Sean tried to turn around, but something in that deep voice forbade it. “YourContinue reading “Double, double, toil and trouble”
Dark moon rising 6.6.13
D: A I don’t feel very good about this. A: Superstitious? You? D: Um, A – I traveled through time; discovered that the Tuatha Dé Danann were real, lived actual myths and created a few of my own. You have to ask? A: I know, but it really isn’t anything – it’s not a fullContinue reading “Dark moon rising 6.6.13”
The D/A Dialogues 