RISING SUN | SETTING SUN An old man seeks redemption for his cowardice—as a 16-year-old—in a time of total war. That it could cost the lives of the innocent doesn’t matter.
I’m often asked, “What does creative nonfiction mean?” As a good writer understands… it’s best to ‘show’ not ‘tell’ so here’s a creative nonfiction vignette told to my daughters. A moment that becomes a memory about a song that becomes a favorite.
Val discovers the truth about her family. How her real father and twin sister died, and about her mother. Val learns she unwittingly holds the key to finding a cache of art lost for centuries and worth millions.
That key also reveals clues that lead to the location of secret documents from World War Two. Evidence that could destroy a corrupt global business empire and a burgeoning political dynasty that covertly spans and influences nations. That’s who murdered her father and sister and almost killed her mother. It’s who has ruined her life—such as it was—and now will kill her to keep their secrets.
To save herself and her mother, she must decipher the clues to find the secret documents and the treasure hidden by her ancestor.
Fánaí had lost all that mattered and traveled far, seeking where magic still lived, a place to heal. Instead, he finds an injured outcast fairy who needs healing more than he does. Will helping her help him on his journey?
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Pleased her son had found it, the white-haired woman regretted it had sat there for years. Neglected. Forgotten. Still… there was a time when it was fast. A Time When It Was Fast – A Flashfiction Scene from Dennis Lowery.
A flashfiction piece set in the Depression Era about an unexpected danger encountered by men on the road looking for work. That ‘work’ might not stop when the day is done. Its end might be theirs. Once upon a time in Taos, it happened…
A vignette of when a song brings back a distant yet pleasant memory. But it leads to a shocking discovery.
This was long ago when life and the things you enjoyed were in real-time. No recording to watch or replay later. You had to be there.
Though they didn’t for my Big Granny, I know wishes and dreams can come true. But you have to work to make them. Before it’s too late.