Baring My Sole

Will someone explain the obsession with feet?

I’m not talking about those foot-fetish people who skulk around smelling strangers’ shoes at the bowling alley.

Razing the Roof

     For the past three days I’ve been entertaining a yardfull of big, sweaty men. 

Re-Write

Here's my not-very-fictional contribution to

Five Sentence Fiction. 

This week's topic is Pages.
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Lillie McFerrin Writes

In chapter seven, Cate MacLeod and Taser the wolfhound made a hideous discovery during a walk in the woods.  It had taken a while to get them there, what with the need to first introduce characters, provide background and establish motives.

Now things were sailing along nicely as page 175 went by and chapter fourteen closed, with red herrings liberally sprinkled about and a minor love interest created. The phone rang, the long-awaited call from the agent: Move the murder to chapter two.

The writer heaved a long, sad sigh and sat down to the blank page before her. 

What Air Conditioning Took From Us

          My grandfather's house in Oklahoma, large, with whitewashed brick, was where I spent much of the summer during my pre-air conditioning childhood.

Creatures and Culture

We live not even a half mile from the center of town, but we do have our share of woods and sometimes it does feel a bit as though nature is closing in around here.

People are Strange

I began yesterday with a water aerobics class and as my day progressed, my fellow humans provided me with several opportunities for reflection.

Back to Nature

     It would be difficult to find someone who doesn’t say she looks forward to the arrival of summer. We kick off our boots (real or metaphorical), shedding the difficulties of winter weather, travel, and darkness.