The Ferris Wheel – Flash Fiction

  I sat wedged between Mama and Ray. My feet dangled. We’d come to Virginia Beach like a family. It was nighttime, and carnival lights pulled me in. “Can we ride?” Three tickets later, we soared in a salty wind. Happy people laughed and screamed. City lights were our magic carpet. The carriage stopped at … Read more

Flash Fiction (100 words or less) title not included :-)

Christmas In Passing “Excuse me?” a tall, fading man with a shuffling walk appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, at the care facility she was visiting. “Yes?” she answered him with a smile. “Could I have a dessert to take to my wife?” “I think so…” What a darling request, she thought, and turned … Read more

The Real Dad

“You have reached a point in your existence where I need to reveal something,” Dad said. He stood in front of me with a floppy, farmhand’s hat bent on one side. His flannel shirt, open in front, hung over the belt line of his blue jeans. “If you’re going to take away the car, I’m … Read more

Little Miss Liberty – Learning About Money

Now that I’m hip to money. I want to learn about it. What is money? Why do we have it? Didn’t we use other forms of money, and why aren’t those same currencies relevant today. Who quit and left the current money makers in charge of money? I prescribe a healthy round of video and … Read more

Little Miss Liberty – The Game

Three rules of investing: 1. Invest in yourself first. Invest in your knowledge and character. 2. Remember you are dealing with people. 3. Buy low and sell high.   The Game: Tempt people into slavery using their own lust.   The Strategy: People want to be loved. However, many people are too lazy or too … Read more

Little Miss Liberty

  Dearest Reader, Enclosed find the notes I have compiled in researching my new book, Little Miss Liberty. It was not my objective to write this story, but somehow little things happen and opportunities demand their own homage. A few years back I bought a silver coin, a piece of bullion, on a bet that … Read more

Love Note From Cupid

Tuesday, February 14th, Sunshine Hey, Been busy setting up for a medieval art shoot, arranging picnic baskets, and lounging on one of those one knee high dais things for proposing. Gotta be flying in the treetops at ten-ish. Not too much time to write. Spring is in the air, sorry about the chill—it’s not my … Read more

Life is a Beach

Image by Sarah Scott   The Northern prairies do not have a lengthy bikini season. Rachel and Arlene starved themselves for three months in the spring in anticipation for the appearance of the hot summer sun warming their skin at the beach wearing a scandalously skimpy bathing suit. The only lake in their vicinity wasn’t … Read more

It’s here… ReadThisPlease is now on Book!

Yes we have made ReadThisPlease available, at your demand, on the new tactile sensory device called, ‘a book’. Volume One contains 416 rectangular shaped sheets of text—and when bound in this innovative, glossy-covered format, you can take it anywhere. Never needs charging, or batteries, or replacement ink. Thick, full of stories, poems, observations, reflections, and … Read more

Dougie: A Character Study

Dougie: A Character Study Dougie walks ’round with a shy grin, because he hates his crooked teeth. And you can always tell he’s getting close, because of the shadow. A big guy, Dougie. Despite the dental genetics, he’s fickle and fashion conscious. Well dressed—a real prima looking for his GQ thing—but he’s still wearing the … Read more

Sarah Scott is in the Now

One of the characteristics of writers on ReadThisPlease—they are multi-talented, and Sarah Scott exemplifies this attribute. A mom, wife, student, writer, dramatic poet, photographer, soap maker, painter, literary adjudicator, winner of the Louse McColl Creative Writing Scholarship for Fiction—-Sweet, as we affectionately call her, is a deeply passionate and focused individual. Her spark’s an odd … Read more

Call Me – Wally

Wally drives like he’s flying a sofa. Left arm punched out, hand draped over the wheel. His right arm’s always dangling, swinging full length between the seats. That’s so he can talk at you—point, emphasize, exasperate—it’s like having a man sized cellphone strapped to your head. Just make him watch the road. I wish he’d … Read more

Call Me – another scene

Garth won’t let go of the porch. Wally’s coaxing, “C’mon, c’mon,” waving the broken man to the steps. “What about Randy?” Wally glances, tilting his head towards the twelve-year-old perched on the back bumper of a tired GMC. “I was too cheap—he could only afford to text, thank God,” Garth looks back to the veranda, … Read more

Call me

Wally spots her first. He’s got a hunter’s mindset, always up for a chase. “There’s the one—right there!” “I see her, yep—she’s crouching.” “This one’s a nasty.” He rolls up his eyebrows, glancing at me, and fakes a little shiver, the juvenile thrill. He knew we’d find one here, hiding in a vacant suburban neighborhood, … Read more