Tuesday Tales CARTON

Tuesday Tales:May 28, 2019 From the Word Colorful

Hello again and welcome to this week's Tuesday Tales, the blog where select authors share scenes from their works in progress with you. Take time to read them all. Comments are always appreciated.

This week, we have the word prompt, CARTON, and each post will be 400 words or less. Enjoy! 

TRISHA FAYE (Historical Short Story)

Uncle Vern smirked. “Going to be a big change around here, having the young ones here. I can tell already.”

SUSANNE MATTHEWS (Historical Romantic Suspense)

Not rotted fish, but a carton of decayed fruit someone forgot in the rush of the harvest.  

Picture Prompt Week

This week, the authors of Tuesday Tales are writing to picture prompts. On these weeks, the snippets shared are 300 words or less. Check them out by clicking on the name of the author. Enjoy!

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V.L. Locey (MM Historical Western Romance)

I cinched him to me, my arm around his lower back.

Susanne Matthews (Historical Romantic Suspense)

Sadly, they would never know what they’d missed.  

Jean Joachim (Urban Fantasy)

The statue of King Jagiello of Poland used to scare me when I was a kid.

Trisha Faye (Historical Short Story) 

“Ask me about crops. Ask me about livestock. Ask me about what fishing holes are the best.”

Tricia Andersen (Paranormal Greek God Romance)
A smile crept on her lips. In a way, it was good to be home.

Flossie Benton Rogers  (Medieval Knight Romance)
“North wind cuts tonight.”

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "FLOWER"

V.L. LOCEY - MM Historical Romance
Three days later we spied the cabin.

TRISHA FAYE - Historical Short Story
“Quiet as church mice I see. Shoo! Go on and play. Your Daddy and I are discussing a family matter.”

TRICIA ANDERSEN - Greek god/Paranormal Romance
Pregnancy brain struck her like the plague.

DAVEE JONES - Contemporary Romance
"I remember your favorite flower.” Connor’s words floated through the air as he bent forward, plucking a tall proud Indian Paint Brush from the ground.

SUSANNE MATTHEWS - Historical romance suspense
Whoever this poor girl was, she wasn’t her Isabelle.

FLOSSIE BENTON ROGERS - Medieval Knight Romance
The tyke’s grubby hands bespoke his morning labor in the field.

JEAN JOACHIM - Urban Fantasy
That bush was like me. Looked the same as every other bush on the outside, but inside, it’s different.

Tuesday Tales June 4, 2019. Word prompt:RANCID

Welcome to this week's Tuesday Tales, the blog where a group of talented authors share scenes from their works in progress with you. This week, our 400 word offerings are based on the word, RANCID. Take it from me, working that one into the story was challenging. Take time to check out all the offerings and see how well it's been done. Feel free to comment. All authors love feedback!  

TRISHA FAYE (Historical Short Story)

“Where was it he lived again? Town with a funny sounding name.”

V.L. LOCEY (MM Historical Romance)

Spencer hid under my hat, his forearms up over the top of his head, the white skin of his arms now a bright pink.

JILLIAN CHANTAL (Paranormal)

She kicked at the bottom of the door, desperate to escape. 

TRICIA ANDERSEN (Paranormal/Greek God Romance)

This stinking, molding room was home now.

JEAN JOACHIM (Urban Fantasy)

I rushed home from school the day Ma said she’d be home early and make dinner.

FLOSSIE BENTON ROGERS (Medieval Knight Romance)

“We are being followed. Several men, maintaining at two furlongs.”

SUSANNE MATTHEWS (Historical Romance Suspense)

“That’s hardly what I would call appropriate dinner conversation,” Beatrice said, dropping the spoon she’d just picked up, and pushing her bowl away.

Tuesday Tales:May 28, 2019 From the Word Colorful

Hello again and welcome to this week's Tuesday Tales, the blog where select authors share scenes from their works in progress with you. Take time to read them all. Comments are always appreciated.

This week, we have the word prompt, COLORFUL, and each post will be 400 words or less. Enjoy! 

V.L. LOCEY (MM Historical Fiction)

Once I was free of the tall red walls, I put my heels to Wind’s sides.

JEAN JOACHIM (Urban Fantasy)

I melted butter in the pan, then cracked a few eggs.

JILLIAN CHANTAL (Paranormal)

“Confession time?”

TRISHA FAYE (Historical Short Story)

She reached out her hand towards the proffered envelope. “Who’s it from?”

SUSANNE MATTHEWS (Historical Romantic Suspense)

“It was God himself who sent you to me.”

FLOSSIE BENTON ROGERS (Medieval Knight Romance)

The chamber was as colorful as thrice dead sedge.

TRICIA ANDERSEN (Paranormal/Greek god Romance)

He would love her with his last breath.

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "PICK"

JEAN JOACHIM (Urban Fantasy)  
The sun woke me up around six thirty. Tucked into the rocks, the cops never spotted me. 


V. L. LOCEY (MM/Historical Western Romance)

Wind stomped a foot, the shallow water splashing up over his fetlocks to his knees.

TRISHA FAYE (Historical Short Story)

“I don’t even have the gumption to argue with any of y’all right now.”

FLOSSIE BENTON ROGERS (Medieval Knight Romance)

 “The starry skies seemed pleasant enough for you last eve.”

JILLIAN CHANTAL (Paranormal)

  “Oh no thank you. I’ll take the one on the right.” 

TRICIA ANDERSEN (Greek God/Paranormal Romance)

“I belong here. You don’t.”  

SUSANNE MATTHEWS (Historical Romantic Suspense)

Within weeks of her mother’s passing, Beatrice had announced the pending birth of a sixth child.