Random Act Of Kindness BLITZ!

A smile. An encouraging word. A thoughtful gesture. Each day people interact with us, help and make our day a bit brighter and full. This is especially true in the writing community.

Take a second to think about writers you know, like the critique partner who works with you to improve your manuscript. The writing friend who listens and keeps you strong when times are tough. The author who generously offers council, advice and inspiration when asked.

So many people take the time to make us feel special, don’t they? They comment on our blogs, re-tweet our posts, chat with us on forums and wish us Happy Birthday on Facebook. To celebrate the release of their book, The Emotion Thesaurus:A Writer’s Guide To Character Expression Becca and Angela atThe Book Shelf Muse are hosting a Titannic Random Act of Kindness Blitz to celebrate writers. And because I think Kindness is contagious, I’m participating too.

My sister, Jean Elaine,is my hero. My go to person when I need an honest critique, feedback or inspiration. You can find her at Jean’s Writing and Good eReading. My big sister, she is my biggest fan, even though she is misguided in her politics (just kidding). She is my driving force to complete my first novel, and an endless source of support for me. I don’t know what I’d do without her. To show my appreciation for your kindness, I am sending her an Amazon gift card.

If you have a minute, stop by one of her blogs and say hi to Jean. And, if you have someone special you would like to randomly thank or acknowledge, join the us and celebrate! Send them an email,let others know.  Show your appreciation. Pay it forward and pass it on! Becca and Angela have a special RAOK giftwaiting for YOU as well, so hop on over to The Bookshelf Muse to pick it up.

Have you ever participated in or been the recipient of a Random Act Of Kindness? Let me know in the comments!

Night Walk

Spooky Moon

(Photo credit: rcbodden)

Flash Fiction Friday: Spooky Moon

NIGHT WALK

She gripped her elbows. The sound of her heels shouting out her frustration against the pavement in a rapid chorus of retreat and anger. Dammit! She was tired of fighting. 

The chill of the night air moved through her thin, silk blouse. She folded her arms in closer rubbing her hands up and down for warmth as the moon disappeared behind the clouds. Darkness fell on her like a veil. Footsteps echoed and chills crawled up her spine. She turned, trembling, to face the shadows of the night. “Hello?”

Home

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Photo Credit : Madison Woods/Friday Fictioneers

HOME

The musty smell assaulted her senses. Dust flew in every direction as she pulled the crumbling wallpaper, in bits and pieces from the frame of the old farmhouse. She coughed until her lungs burned, forcing her outside for fresh air.

Everyone thought she was crazy to buy this house, but she’d fallen in love the minute she saw it’s beautiful wrap-around porch and winding staircase.

She ran her fingers over the aged walls and the outline of pictures that hung decades ago. Love and laughter resonated through her hand, and she knew it would again. She was home.


Morning Mist

MORNING MIST

The mud fell from his boot as he hoisted himself into the saddle, the rope in his hand hitting the side of his leg. This was his favorite time of day, early. He loved the quiet stillness of morning as he rode through the pasture. He’d noticed a break in the fence earlier, and needed to make sure everything was okay.

The morning mist glinted like diamonds on the grass as the sun, barely over the horizon, kissed the grass and the time of gentle awakening of all God’s creatures began, with a kick of his spur.