Dead Presidents and Things Like That….

Greetings! Some of you may have made your way here via a link or a tweet from Wendy Strain. Welcome! Wendy not only is a friend, she runs the #5MinuteFiction contest, and she is an editor, ghost writer and an author in her own right. (Or should I have said “write?”) She is working on a book now and is raising the funds using #crowdfunding to support her research.

I LOVE that idea. As writers, we should support each other. Her goal isn’t large and every little bit you can give to support her will be helpful. In short, send her some pictures of dead presidents! She’s got a lot of different incentives as she goes along…but the biggest incentive should be helping another writer in her quest.


PS – Edited because after the catchy title about dead presidents (aka money) I left it out of the original post!

Results – Good!

#5MinuteFiction Winners Badge 2014

#5MinuteFiction Winners Badge 2014

I just saw that I won last night’s #5MinuteFiction Contest. I’m honored because there are always a lot of good entries. I get to sport the new winner’s badge and earned a crowdfund swag bag (Ok, it’s not really a bag, it just sounds good to me!) from the judge. Check out the story by clicking on the winner’s badge. If you are a writer and you haven’t ever tried #5MinuteFiction, plan on Tuesday night at 7:30 CST. Show up at Write on Wendy and have a lot of fun!

Turning Over a New Leaf

That was the theme of #5MinuteFiction tonight. I was very fortunate to make the finals. So head on over to Write on Wendy, check out the finalists and vote for me. (Ok, vote for your favorite story)

Mine is here:


Fred trembled a bit as he walked through the door. Then he gained a bit of his bravado back and looked at his mom.

“I’m in middle school now. I don’t really need you here.”

Mom nodded her head. “I know you don’t. That’s just the rules of the school. You gotta have a parent enroll you.”

“Ok,” he said with a shrug, “but don’t get too close.”

She tensed up a bit. This was too much like he had been. “I’m just going to enroll you. You’re on your own, then.”

He swaggered a bit when he understood her response. He stood off to the side and watched as she went through the process of enrolling him. She brought out the drivers license, the proof of residence, the shot records, the grades from his last school – all new and carefully manufactured. No one could tell from the records – he was sure of it.

As his mom finished up, he choked up a bit. Then straightened his shoulders. “Thanks mom,” he said quietly.

She raised an eyebrow. Maybe this was going to work.

When he turned back to the registrar and asked if he could walk her back to the car, she didn’t know what to think. As they walked, he talked as quietly as he could. “It’s going to be alright mom. They are too far away. They won’t know to look here.”

She smiled. “Remember,” she said, “Nothing like the old days. That’s the surest way they can track us down.”

“Got it,” he said. “New lease on life. I’m turning over a new leaf.” He thought for a second. “I guess that means no football either. I wonder if they can use a 6’1 chess player.”

“We’re gonna survive this witness protection plan,” she thought. “He’s going to make his end work.”