PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields To Swallow the Truth I was to write a "thought piece" extolling the virtues of Lady Liberty; a bit of history and a huge dose of propaganda. What I wanted to say was that The Lady had closed her arms and opened her legs long ago. If I... Continue Reading →
Of All the Gin Joints #FridayFictioneers
Of All the Gin Joints "Bloody hell Edwards, where are you?" The literary terrorist had escaped her capture and the plot hole was beyond repair without him. In a drastic twist, she conjured up a copper. "When was the last time you saw the subject?" the constable asked. "Chapter 13, but he always comes back... Continue Reading →
Writing a Complete Story in a Flash
I am a huge fan of flash fiction. Sometimes a writer will hit a home run with a work of fiction and sometimes it fails. I know what I like in a story but I'm not always sure why I like it. Today I was stumbling around the Friday Fictioneer's weekly posts, stalking other writers... Continue Reading →
110 in the Shade #FridayFictioneers
Photo Credit to Rich Voza 110 in The Shade The pilot wiped the sweat and dust from his brow and coaxed the joystick, "Just one more pass baby." His man on the ground had been confident when he called in the strike. There was no space in his head for hesitation but the memories of... Continue Reading →
Country Honey #FridayFictioneers
Photo Credit @Madison Woods (Please accept my apologize for not giving credit to Madison Woods when this was first published.) I must have been distracted by the cowboy in my head. Country Honey It wasn’t my first taste of dust, been riding and roping since my third summer, but the trail was so much... Continue Reading →
Physician Heal Thyself #FridayFictioneers
Photo Credit @/wmqcolby.wordpress.com Physician Heal Thyself Nothing in the wilderness text had prepared me for this hell. I hadn't even held a gun since I was twelve years old and even then it was just a rite of passage to appease my old man. I'm a surgeon, a healer, not a revolutionary. Sulfur and dust... Continue Reading →
Of Men And Whores #FridayFictioneers
Of Men and Whores Max exhaled his guilt into the night air. A soft cry or plea escaped from the saloon window. They had forced their mounts to exhaustion today. Ridden hard and forgotten, the upstairs doves enjoyed none of the appreciation and reverence reserved for the rider’s horses. Come mornin’ the rough necks... Continue Reading →
A Bouquet in Place #FridayFictioneers
A Bouquet in Place by Tracey Delaplain I wrinkled my nose and let a faint grimace escape. "It's death," said the astute nurse, "you never really get used to the smell." "But this patient is alive," I replied. "In name only, Doc. Her vessel is dying cell by cell," she tapped her nose, "never lies."... Continue Reading →
Just Memories, Friday Fictioneers
I have moved my writing to this new blog. Feel free to follow me here or at WhatsForDinnerDoc.com . WhatsForDinnerDoc is undergoing an identity crisis with flash fiction battling recipes and healthy living rants. For more Friday Fictioneers go here "Mother, you won't need all of this crap. Now please pack your clothing in the... Continue Reading →
Tracey Delaplain, MD 
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