I Finally Did It

I Finally Did It

Dear Friends, Today is kind of epic in the history of little word studio. Why? I published a book. Well, an eBook but it’s there on Amazon.com, alive and well, like a literary embryo floating amid the goop of the Interwebs, ready to breath its first baby-book breath into your tablet,

Do You Read?

Do You Read?

By Melissa Marni Dixon knew the exact moment when he crossed the county line. The deflated tension, the automatic exhale. Cops in Desperado were slow as the town they rode through on old horses or rusted police cars. Here rock and roll meant windswept stones and lonely tumbleweeds. Here time

FLY

FLY

To be different in the town of Redistuo was to be an outsider, abolished from any place inside the shared opinion of the people and declared unworthy to belong. John was such a shunned man, though his name be plain enough and ambition to contradict small. It was the idea

A MURDER ON NEW YEAR’S EVE

A MURDER ON NEW YEAR’S EVE

The woman who walked through the blue front door of Precinct 27 at 11:43 p.m. on December 31 wasn’t exactly pretty but from the confidence in her stride, you knew she had once been exceedingly beautiful. Now, at 11:44, she looked desperate, with hair clinging to her forehead in thick,

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part Three]

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part Three]

Another white wine, chilled so her fingers ran down the glass to clear away a light layer of frost. How he knew – when she didn’t say – that she only drank Sauvignon Blanc could’ve been a mystery worthy of Premier Private Detective investigation but something about a missing painting or a dangerous message

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part Two]

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part Two]

“Perceptions are like waves. They ebb and flow with the moon.” This was one of the many strange things Mr. Dupoil told Miriam while they waited for Sandoval Jorgi to return home. He also told her, “Men who wear gloves shouldn’t be trusted.” And, “Never eat refrigerated cheese.” They had

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part One]

THE CASE OF THE MISSING VEUVIAN COLPETTA [Part One]

Miriam Baxter lived life on the periphery, or so she told anyone who might ask. Really, she lived at 55 Snowflake Drive in a skinny building wedged between tall pines and a railway, and made from ten little apartments neatly stuffed inside a dark brick frame. With prim type –

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