Mariner Dreams - TGIBBF #40

My intermittent appearance is in response for this week's call for Book Blurb Friday by Lisa Ricard Claro. She generously hosts this meme to help us squeeze our creative juices and let others imbibe. Share a glass with me, please.

Jared had dreamed of the sea since he was young, since he read stories like Swiss Family Robinson, Moby Dick and Mutiny on the Bounty. Despite the dangers that ensued in each story, there was an inescapable romance about each of them. It drew him like a magnet draws iron. He knew it was his destiny. He wasn’t sure how. He just knew. So, when the opportunity appeared to join with a group of travelers to Boston, he knew this was HIS ride; the way for him to fulfill his destiny. It was time to go. It was time to do what he was meant to do and let the gods of fate lead the way.

Grandma's Goulash - November 7

The word of the week is repugnant. 

The host is Grandma’s Goulash. 

The goal is a story of 140 characters or less related to the story, hopefully using the word of the week.

Down to just two contestants, the annual Dance of the Wild Vines contest shows yet again that women can hold their wine far better than men.

Succinctly Yours - October 31 (Late)

Grandma's Goulash says "How low can you go?"

We are to use the photo as inspiration for a story of 140 characters OR 140 words. Unfortunately, I used 149 characters. But, if you're interested in joining us, just Click For Details.

Calabasa and Melón talked about what El Día de los Muertos had become. No longer just gifts and prayers for the dead; an eerie festival was underway.

TGIBBF #24 - Book Blurb Friday, August 12

Well, I'm on time this week. I was three days late last week, so I hope you all get a chance to see that blurb as well as this one. I'm on time, although barely! But, I hope you like my efforts.

As usual, Lisa Ricard Claro hosts this writing meme wherein we are offered a photo as our inspiration for a book blurb for an imaginary book cover featuring that photo. The challenge is open to anyone who wants to participate, so please join us.

Here is our "book cover" for next week's Book Blurb Friday #24, provided by Sioux Roslawski. 

Dealing Death's Hand

“You never get used to it, he thought. “Being shot is a pain.” Serge chuckled at that thought despite his agony. He didn’t have much farther to go to reach help. Just through the archway and his favorite “private” physician would treat his wounds without alerting authorities.

“Who was it this time?” Serge wasn’t sure, but he knew who he’d been investigating and was sure there was a connection. “One of these days you’re gonna end up dead!” “Well, if I do, you’ll be the first to know, Doc.” “I mean it. You’ve got to stop doing this kind of work. I appreciate the business, but not that much.”

He couldn’t stop. Not yet. Too many hands in the pot and one of them was trading secrets. Secrets that could tear the country apart. He had to finish this job.

TGIBBF, July 29 - Through the Peephole

Every week, Lisa Ricard Claro provides us with a photo that represents a book jacket of an imaginary book. We are to write the cover blurb for this book that will prove so interesting to potential buyers that they will clamber to buy the book.

Here is our "book cover" for next week's Book Blurb Friday #22, provided by Lisa's daughter, Christina.

The first time Rob saw her, it was through the peephole of his front door. What struck him was her electric blue eyes and blonde hair. He had answered a knock and, out of habit, looked out before opening it. She appeared to be looking in to see who was coming. He had no idea who she was. He still didn’t because he forgot to ask her before she left. But, he did know she was staying in Apt. 5E. She had used his phone to call the super in order to be let in.

The next day, another knock at his door, Rob looked through the peephole, hoping it was the mystery woman. Instead of blue eyes, he now saw blue uniforms. The police! They asked if he knew who lived in 5E. The male tenant had been found dead and the woman was now missing.