The Man I Never Knew

Before I had even taken my first breath he had already taken his last. I knew what he looked like from the pictures my mother had set around the house, but...

Bosley? Here Boy!

Bosley is the king of the castle. He's the first to chase away the birds, scamper after the squirrels and terrorize the chickens. He's in charge and if you think other wise he'll be the first to...

For The Love of Money

Even though I had known where the money had come from, I took it. I was sure it had been laundered, but I had done nothing illegal on my end to obtain it. Instead I would...

Redefining Gravity's Effects

No matter how many times I stood under the Rainier building, I still marveled at it's construction. Instead of tumbling to the ground it was a constant reminder that I too could defy the odds. There was always a good chance that...

The Ad-libber of 2010 is...

Daniel & Denise Harmer!
 Who's blog is Writer with a Cause. 


 
Julie Carobini's comments on her decision:
After much debate, I chose the following entry, and not because I'm a sucker for coastal stories. I chose it because it painted a vivid picture and the moment I read it, I began writing the next few sentences in my head. Actually, I "wrote" them a couple of different ways. I figured this would be a fun one to start off the next Ad-libbing post. Congratulations to Daniel & Denise Harmer! (And extra kudos for the rarely-used word 'unordinary'). 

Thanks again to Julie Carobini for being our celebrity guest judge. Don't forget that A SHORE THING is out this July. I know I'll be one of the first to pick it up. ( I don't think July can come fast enough.) 

Thank you to all who participated and had fun in the process. I was so impressed by all the different entries and the vast talent that was shared.



Here it is:

Nothing was unordinary about Savannah Reed sneaking out at midnight to go clamming on low tide, but this night was no ordinary low tide. The sea grass lay flat as carpet and boats rested their bellies on the seabed. She scanned the sleeping cottages hugging the coast and knew in a few minutes they'd be demolished by a tidal wave.  (Now it's our turn, go ahead add on.)