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With #BlackLivesMatter in the news again, and nation on fire over police brutality and racial issues, this novel is suddenly more timely than ever. Free blacks ruled over their own territory in Florida, in the early 1800s. Who knows what … Continue reading →

“It’s only fiction,” my husband has told me for years, but, but, it’s never “only fiction.” The truth is all too often told in the guise of fiction. Different names, different dates and details, but same sad story happening in our … Continue reading →

Ed and I were fellow English-teaching majors in the early 1980s. He was tall and dark with wide shoulders, scintillating blue eyes, freckles, and a quick smile. He was intense. He told me I was possessed by demons. I haven’t … Continue reading →

  “Ashes and Acorns” is my last-minute entry for the HardFork: Can You See The Future? contest (November 2017). The mother in the story is inspired by my mom’s cousin Lois (who loves the Grand Canyon) and by a Scotland physician and sci-fi … Continue reading →

The brick schoolhouse I attended from kindergarten through senior year of high school is slated for demolition. (No, I didn’t cause any lasting damage to the structure. Honest: the school’s demise wasn’t my fault.) I’ve been revisiting old yearbooks full … Continue reading →

Seventeen-year-old Kyle Donovan’s life is shattered. His mother is missing and his father is accused of killing her, dismembering her, and dumping her pieces into the Mississippi River off the shores of eastern Iowa. Kyle’s father, King Donovan, claims his … Continue reading →

carolkean in freewrite • Her. Jack wanted her to meet someone, and it was a her. Sarah pocketed her phone and watched as two figures skate-walked toward her through the snow and ice that would never stop a northerner or a Derby goer. What … Continue reading →

What kind of people live for a Demolition Derby? Rude barbarians and helmeted gladiators, Huns and Vikings were only yesterday on the scale of human history, so the urge to slash and burn boiled strong in the gene pool. The … Continue reading →

Pineapple Finials- Day 480: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday – Prompt: pineapple *my daughter’s old walnut four-poster  | carolkean  in freewrite Her husband was dead and she couldn’t sleep in their room, not with his old faded Levis piled under those leather boots … Continue reading →