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Happy New Year!

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Instead of writing a story, I thought I would add a regular post (for once). This year has gone by so quickly that I sometimes wonder if it is the end of the year already. At the change of the year, I like to think back to what it was like a year ago - where I was, my hopes and dreams. In doing so, I look into the new year to see what I want to continue, what I want to change, and what I want to pursue.

Not much has changed regarding hopes and dreams. In some cases, they've shifted slightly. Not gone, but just a different avenue. With the discontinuation of Azure Maris, Azure Lights and Shamrocks of Stone in October, I have had the time to evaluate what I write. Even writing the weekly short story has helped. They have given me a chance to explore worlds, characters and ideas I've wanted to try, but haven't found the means.

Also, this year, I rediscovered audio dramas. I had started listening last year, but as things are, I fell off until I found them again. Exploring thi…

How the Gnomes Saved Santa

This is one of the few poems you will ever see me post. I don't normally write in poetic form, but around Christmas, it seems to be one of the better forms. The story of the gnomes was inspired by my students who were working on a class project, and this is the theme.


On Christmas Eve, while we enjoy our nog Sitting beside the fire contemplating a Yule time log Think of Splotch and Tom of Gnome Hollow, Those frightened yet two brave fellow Who, upon a cold winter night, Saved Santa with reindeer might. Reindeer might, of course you ask, How can a reindeer in his might bask? Listen then, of how the gnomes saved Christmas cheer With help from Jun the bear and Rudolph the reindeer.
‘Twas many years ago, Long before Santa around the world would go. In those days only a few would hear Of sleigh bells and hooves of reindeer. Even creatures like gnomes could receive a present, So Splotch and Tom to the North Pole went To ask Santa to bring presents for all, Though in a land of elves a…

Mirror Mirror Save Us All

What if mirrors were a way between worlds - a chance for us to look into another place without realizing it, or to look into the past? This story is based upon that idea. 
“Whatever you do, don’t open your doors,” Verity had warned the past ten nights.
She was the ghost who lived in the mirror from whence the knocking at 1:53 AM came every night. Her pale skin was dashed with freckles. Her hair auburn and wavy, but our eyes, our strange hazel colored eyes remained the same, as though they linked us through the mirror.
Still, I was in the twenty-first century, Scotland on a working holiday to research the Covenanters. I had rented the house for the six months, but the knocking at 1:53 AM, which began a month after I arrived, and had continued for the past two weeks began to wear on me. The house was old, cold, and more than a bit eerie even in the middle of the day.
Oddly it was the ornate mirror full-length mirror hanging in an upstairs bedroom which had convinced me to remain. Like …

Soul's Mate

A little late, but here's another Year of Short Stories addition. This one came from several story starter ideas about soulmates. I liked the twists soulmates can have, and have wondered if soulmates were necessarily meant to be only romantic or could be platonic as well. 
“Six more hours,” Mom sang as she danced through the living room. “I can’t believe it in six more hours you’re going to be a grown-up, functioning member of society, Greye!”
“Funny how you put it,” I grumbled. “I thought I was already a grown-up functioning member of society.”
“Ah, you have a flat and a job, but you need a car, house and the sound of little feet.” She sighed for the umpteenth time. “He’ll be a good man. Hard-working, local boy.”
“You mean I need to live out here like you and Dad wanted did.”
“Exactly. Everyone, when they find their soulmates, moves out to the country to have children. It’s expected. Life’s better out here.”
Arguing with my mother proved pointless, so I put my feet up on the sofa…