Friday, March 27, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday - Death Date

            “I think I’ve been dead since ’98.” Marianne stirs her smoothie with her lips scrunched to one side.
            “Can’t you keep anything straight?” Karlie asks over her coffee mug. “It was ’99. I remember you complaining about just missing the millennium.”
            “It doesn’t matter anyways,” says Max, “Y’all know I died in the eighties.”
            “But Richard died in ’76.”
            “Richard doesn’t count. I’m the oldest in the group.”
            “I think youngest should decide where we haunt next.” Hayley grins, licking her ice cream cone.

            “Hasn’t even been dead a week, and already she wants to boss us around,” Karlie complains.


♥/Kat!e

Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "I think I've been dead since '98."

Friday, March 20, 2015

Virtual Writing Club || Week 2

Flash Fiction Friday: The Butterflies

            “Please,” Shelly clutched my arm, “Help him.” She gestured to the door off the lab.
            I went through and caught my breath. The hallway was filled with hundreds of butterflies, nestling on the walls. It took me a few minutes to find the scientist; he was covered in butterflies, too. But I could see his eyes. Haunted. Streaming tears.
            “It’s beautiful,” he whispered.
            “It is.” I knelt before him. “Doctor Richards, will you come with me for a little while?”
            “They told me about where they come from.” His shoulders shook, dislodging a few butterflies. “I want to go there.”


♥/Kat!e

Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "The hallway was filled with hundreds of butterflies, all nestling on the walls."

Friday, March 13, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: Deadly

            “Careful with that, it’s...” she started.
            “What? Fragile?” He twirled the orb around in his hands, smirking. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll be careful.”
            “I was going to say, ‘coated in a deadly toxin.’”
            He dropped the orb and it shattered against the ground.
            “Am I going to die?”
            “Yes. Do you mind cleaning up your mess before you do?”
            “You have to cure me!”
            She leaned against the desk, arms folded. “Only if you leave.”
            “I can’t leave without the book they sent me for.”
            “Then I guess I’ll be cleaning up both messes -- the glass and your corpse.”


♥/Kat!e

Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "Careful with that, it's..."

Friday, March 6, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: Unwanted Friend

            Nothing had happened in almost two days, and Michael wondered if at last his new friend had found someone else. Just as he thought it, however, he saw a familiar shimmer of light. And there was his brother. Then a scream.
            Dread flooded Michael’s chest. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. He was too late.
            “You killed him!”
            “Now you can be king.” The light shimmered and danced. “You’re welcome!”
            “No! No, this isn’t what I want!”
            “Isn’t it?” The ball of light bobbed. “Oops.”

♥/Kat!e

Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could."

Friday, February 27, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: Cinderella

            One golden pump flew into the corner. Hair tumbled down, bobby pins scattering over the floor. Opening the fridge, Eleanor nabbed a can of beer and popped it open.
            Bob stormed in the front door, glittering in his blue suit. “What are you doing?”
            “Don’t yell at me; it’s been a long night. I lost my shoe.”
            “How’s he going to fall in love with you if you keep leaving early?”
            A knock came at the open door. The two conspirators whirled to see the millionaire standing outside the cheap apartment, holding a golden pump.
            “I think you dropped this.”

♥/Kat!e

Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "She'd had enough of parties."

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Book Challenge: A Memoir

Book: Ride the Butterflies: Back to School with Donald Davis
Pages: 94
Date Read: 2/24 - 2/26/2015
Rating: ☆ ☆ 


Other Categories this book could have fit into:
A funny book
A book of short stories
A nonfiction book - as much as memoirs are ever nonfiction
A book that made you cry

This book probably would have received more than three stars if I'd never heard Donald Davis tell his stories -- but because I have, I know that he's a much better teller than he is writer.

Actually, I probably still would have given it only three stars, because several of the stories had a gross sense of humor that I just find annoying. But some of them were really sweet, and some were really funny. I loved the one about the typing teacher. My favorite is the story that the title comes from, about riding the butterflies, but I've heard him tell that one and it was just so much better in person.

The kindergarten teacher and the teacher who took them on a tour around the world were my favorites; the type of people who really inspire me and make me think, not only about how we should educate our children, but how I should educate myself. How we should find context and fun in our learning rather than just memorizing facts.

This book is definitely worth a read. There are some really thought-provoking elements to it. I recommend it; but I more highly recommend finding some recordings of Donald Davis' storytelling, because the way he tells a story is simply enchanting.

♥/Kat!e  

Monday, February 23, 2015

Book Challenge: A Book Your Mom Loves

Book: The Ivy Tree by Mary Stewart
Pages: 270
Date Read: 2/17 - 2/23/2015
Rating: ☆ ☆ 


Other Categories this book could 
have fit into:
A classic romance - does Mary Stewart count as "classic"? I feel like she does
A mystery or thriller - I mean, not technically, but it has elements of both
A book set in a different country - England
A book set somewhere you've always wanted to visit - and the descriptions made it sound especially beautiful
A book by an author you've never read before - unless you count reading the first few pages of The Crystal Cave when I was twelve

This book was a high 3-star for me. I did really like it. Especially the beginning.

The first-person narrator is super interesting. She's dry and snarky, and certainly unreliable. Some of the sections are so beautifully cryptic.

All of the characters are interesting and it's hard to tell who to like. I adore Julie and Donald. Con was ridiculously fascinating, and Lisa as well. And I have mixed feelings about Adam, but he was certainly well-crafted.

I definitely got caught up in the intrigue and some of the moments are pretty intense. However, the drama was a little high for my tastes. The real reason this book only received three stars is that Gothic Romance just isn't my genre. I didn't care about a lot of the things going on, and did not get even marginally invested in the love story. Still, there were enough other things going on that my interest held.

I was sort of let down by the ending, and I lost my desire to seek out more of Mary Stewart's books -- or at least any of her others in this genre. Still, this story was beautifully told and plenty intriguing. It wasn't too heavy on the drama. If you like clean Gothic Romances, then this book is definitely worth a read.

♥/Kat!e  

Originality

Friday, February 20, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: The Masks in the Window


            The masks clattered against the window, chattering as a woman passed the house.
            “Here comes another one.”
            “I say she gets a week.”
            “Make it three days.”
            “I like the long ones better. Two months of steady decline!”
            “If we don’t make a decision soon, she’ll be gone.”
            “One week!”
            “Three days!”
            “Two months!”
            The cat hissed. “Witch! Come shut up your masks.”
            “Don’t worry, Cat. They never actually kill anyone. They’re too indecisive.”
            “She’s almost gone!”
            “How about one month?”
            “Ten days.”
            “I don’t care about that.” The cat swatted at one of the masks. “They interrupted my nap.”

♥/Kat!e

Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: The above picture.