WEP Freedom Morning FCA Dixie Jo Jarchow

The nineteen men crowded into the jail cell, accused of killing a white police chief, David Hennessey. They stood shoulder to shoulder without enough room to sit or sleep and had stood all night. They acted with dignity as if a night in jail was nothing to them but Gaspare could smell the acid fear.

The Kiss WEP 992 words FCA by Dixie Jarchow

The storm scoured him with shards of ice and his eyes were frozen shut or were they frozen open? He clung to the side of Mt. Everest like a gnat on an uncaring grey elephant and wondered what his sister Jen was doing. Did she realize he was stuck in the Death Zone, the area

The New Year and You

January 2021 What a year, right? What was your biggest challenge this year? I got an autoimmune disease. Incurable but manageable with a terrifying regime of drugs. We lost two dogs and gained a puppy. I lost my job and got a really bad haircut. How about you? Are you doing any goals? Here are

TweetDelete review

I recently used the free version of TweetDelete. I tweet a lot of liberal trash talk, mostly as a lurker but I retweet with a vengeance! I have five traditionally published books and my editor requires that I tweet as part of my writer’s platform. It never bothered me to have my sweet romance tweets

Choices

1000 words. By Dixie Jo Jarchow FCA A single hair on the Witch’s arm stood straight up, an alert that someone was coming. A heavy sigh escaped the mage who put down a book. The gigantic feline lying near the fireplace, raised its tufted ears. “She passed the house but still has to navigate the

Urban Horror FCA 999 words

A murky haze hung in the air around the decrepit house, as if squeezed out by the houses in the tightly packed space around it.   To its right, a breath of space, a smudge of green where the floating miasma concentrated. A short, ancient forged metal fence that guaranteed tetanus snugged inside a higher gray chain

Antique vase 537 words FCA

Fine dust rose from the wooden box as Daryl opened it. He unwrapped the shreds of heavy cloth from around the object. It was a tall, slender vase, packed well, much better than the usual junk he and his step brother, Mark bought sight unseen from storage compartments. Buying the storage containers became the only

WEP 1000 words FCA. Footprints

When the first ones crawled out of the bog, they looked more like miniature lizards than dinosaurs from Jurassic Park. No one was sure what was the catalyst that pushed all the microbes together and gave them life but they were cute and made you laugh with their antics, like colorful chickens. Conservative media made

WEP Horrible Harvest. 999 words FCA by Dixie Jo Jarchow

Timothy scratched at the deep, loose soil of Nyulos with the toe of his dusty boot. The pale blue soil floated for a moment in the light gravity and then settled down into a perfectly flat profile.  The blue gray soil stretched as far as he could see, punctuated by short, waving copses of darker

WEP contest 1000 words

Times Remembered My parents were not to be trifled with.  Father’s family was old world Italian. He was the first generation born here and only spoke English, although he understood Italian just fine when grandma was yelling at him. He worked hard as a plumber every day in other people’s dirt and grime and drank