From Roses to Rainbows

Photo by Mark Haley Spying an old man Sitting beneath a tree I pause and asked him kindly Just where does this road lead The ma...

Written for Magpie Tales #184.   Click on the links below if you would like to read Eli's adventures up to this point. Birdman? The...

Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth Beyond the window he could see her sitting in the garden.  A sad look clouded her sweet face.  He wan...

Eli was concerned about his latest dream.  It rang with an eerie reality.  Slowly he remembered...when he was just a lad his mother told him...

Image Source: image: ParkeHarrison During the night something strange has happened to Eli.  He stirs to consciousness only to feel all ...

The sun stopped shining? It would get cold and dark, and we'd all die. It never rained again and our water sources dried up? We'd h...

This sofa once graced a happy home. A young couple sat here enjoying the fire, and contemplating all that life had to offer. Then came the...

Photo courtesy of Magpie Tales Janet threw down her pen in disgust. “Whatever made me think I could be a writer in the first place?” He...

Image Source:  Magpie Tales I look at the photo of our smiling faces.  We were happy then.  The three of us were on our way to our hig...

Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947 It was a hot summer night following the end of World War II.  A woman's voice could be heard a...

The sun set over the lake streaking the clouds with brilliant orange and lavender and aqua accents.  Jenny and her mom sat on the...

Photo Courtesy of Magpie Tales Jean Luc sailed the high seas more than 400 years ago under the French flag.  His cargo was gold, ...

This is a continuation of " The Rose Garden " written for Magpie Tales . Gerald sat on the old, cement bench at the corn...

Two men, hopelessly lost on the mountain, trudging through snow, with night falling soon; one man swears, the other prays. Photo Credit: ...

Many years ago there lived a little girl, and this little girl loved the snow, but she lived in the South where really good snows were ra...

Photo courtesy of Magpie Tales It is about midnight on All Hallows Eve...we hear Artie telling about how he came to be... "Dead, ...

On a recent flight to Rome to join my fiancé and meet his parents, I was seated next to a glamorous woman, with diamonds studding her ears, ...

Photo courtesy of  Magpie Tales Growing up in the South in a family of five back in the 1960s, I was the last girl born into the family, ...

There was a special tree in the apple orchard - a magic tree.  It was said that anyone who ate the apples from this tree became enchanted wi...

Photo courtesy of  Magpie Tales It was a house like any other in this quiet, upper-class, suburban neighborhood...or so it would appear....