Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Stranger Bridge Strikes Again

I was challenged to write a 1500 word story based on this photo. (I went over that a little.) Enjoy!



He pulled the collar of his coat up. Not to keep out the cold, but to keep out the dark. As a ‘big city kid’, which was his nickname here in Chambliss, ‘suburbanite kid’ would have been better, but they didn't know the difference, he wasn't used to the pervasive unlit darkness. He continued putting one foot in front of another and moving forward until he saw a warm light ahead. He knew it to be the Stranger Bridge. It was one of his favorite thinking spots. The wild stories he had heard could provide an endless amount of inspiration for the play he was writing.

He found it odd that the bridge should be both celebrated and feared. The end of September would bring the Covered Bridge Festival or so he was told. He would eventually arrive at the end of September when his skills as artistic director of the Arrgus County Playhouse would be put to the test on that cold autumn day. He didn't know that yet. He couldn't know that yet. So in the meantime, he would go to the Stranger Bridge with regularity and dream up stories for the names he saw carved into its wooden beams. Some of those stories would end up in his writing. Others would end up crumpled and tossed into the mental wastebin of bad ideas.

Richard Flitner had accepted the position as artistic director of the Arrgus County Playhouse a few months earlier. The phone interview had gone well, the website, and Facebook page looked good, and he was desperate leave teaching. The life of an actor was too unpredictable, so he had gone into teaching for stability. The life of a teacher was overwhelming and exhausting. So he started looking for another job. He waited tables and sold shoes to pay the bills until his job came along. He still couldn’t believe his good luck at landing this position. He wasn’t excited about moving 12 hours away from home to a town that was smaller than the high school he attended, but the chance to have a stable position in a theater was too good to pass up. He would make the sacrifices necessary to make it work. And sacrifice he would.

Winter turned into spring which turned into summer. Late nights of rehearsals and early mornings with the books became his normal routine. A successful season had endeared him to several theater patrons and ensured his continued career at the playhouse. As summer was drawing to a close and the leaves were beginning their autumnal fashion show, the county began to gear up for the Covered Bridge Festival. The Stranger Bridge was always the star but several other bridges around would be featured. He was asked to procure period era costumes foe the tour guides to wear. He also volunteered to help with their voice and diction. There had been many rehearsals and a few meltdowns, but as the last Thursday of September approaches, Chambliss was ready to welcome the tourists. Richard’s welcome would run out and he would sacrifice his beloved career to save the town he would grow to hate.

The first Saturday of the Covered Bridge Festival began clear and sunny. The weather had a hint of chill creating the perfect day for touring the bridges, buying souvenirs, and eating lots of Chambliss delicacies. The crowds were large and the atmosphere festive. Richard was beginning to understand how people could so love this town. He greeted his neighbors as he left his rental house and walked toward the town square. He passed a horse drawn wagon full of tourists. He heard his favorite tour guide, Minny Franklin, explaining the history and architecture of the bridges. The hour long tour had just started and they would soon be coming to the White Creek Bridge. The tour always ended with the star attraction, the Stranger Bridge.

He meandered into town and shopped for various souvenirs to send home to his nieces and nephews. He bought an apple strudel from the Anderson sisters. He bought a fall spice cappuccino from The Coffee House. He chuckled remembering Sandy’s diatribe against pumpkin spice. He found an open bench and began eating. The food was cozy and warm. He enjoyed watching the crowd until he spotted the mayor in the crowd glaring at him. A second later the mayor was gone and Richard assumed he had been seeing things. He attempted to forget the look and finish his breakfast peacefully. He tried to imagine what he could have done to incur that look and couldn’t. He sat there thinking and pondering much longer than he had intended. He realized this when Minny sat down next to him.

“Hey Richie. Why so serious? Today is beautiful. The tourists are plenty and the cash is flowing.”

“I didn’t see you get back from your tour.” He said managing a smile. “I got lost in thought.”

“Well save such serious thoughts for later. We need our fearless director to be happy.”

“I’ll do my best.” He responded patting her on the knee.

“Why Richie, look at you getting fresh with me.” She said falling back into character. “Whatever am I going to do with such an unrepentant cad?”

He laughed and shook his head.

She winked at him. “If you keep this up, I will expect nothing less than an offer of marriage.”

“Well that’s a fine idea Miss Minny.” Richard said joining her character. “I would be proud if your father would allow me to have your hand in marriage.”

She leaned over, broke character, and whispered, “Then I could finally get you in the sack you sexy beast.”

An eruption of laughter from deep in his gut followed. “You always keep me guessing.”

“Yep. I have a tour starting in an hour will you be on it?”

“No other place I would rather be.”
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“The Stranger Bridge gained its moniker many years ago. In the time of our great-great-great grandparents a stranger came in to town and was welcomed with open arms. This stranger lived among them for many months. He even came to love the prominent daughter in town. On the wedding day, the stranger was caught stealing from the family. He ran from the house and toward the barn. To the surprise of everyone present, the bride was with him on the horse! The happy criminal couple rode towards escape with many townspeople on their heels. As they crossed over the old Arrgus River Bridge, the bag of loot fell from the horse and into Arrgus River. The money and jewels were recovered, the couple was never heard from again, and the town was saved. A new bridge was built to remind them to not trust romancing strangers.” Minny finished the story with a wary glance around to the tourists followed by a laugh. The rest of the tourists chuckled along with her, but Richard couldn’t get her father’s look out of his mind from earlier.

As the tour ended, he made sure to get off the wagon last. He helped Minny down as well. He continued holding her hand as he led her through the crowd and into the back door of the playhouse. “Well Richie, did you take my suggestion from earlier seriously?”

He turned to her with a serious look on his face.

She dropped the flirtatious tone and words. “What’s the matter?”

“The bridge. It’s about a stranger who falls in love with an important girl from town and then gets run out of town.”

“And it’s just a story. Daddy loves you and he loves you with me. We are to be the future of the playhouse and the town. You and I are the perfect couple to ensure his legacy will be intact for future generations.” She repeated leading him towards the office.

“Maybe you’re right.” He said opening the door. They both turned their heads to look to the interior of the room. In that moment they knew that she wasn’t right and that they weren’t okay. They wouldn’t be okay for a very long time.

Her father was taking piles of money from the wall safe. He turned to see them standing in the doorway. “Shut the door and leave.”

“Daddy, what’s going on?”

“This is where the money has been going. Mayor Franklin I’ve been asking you for months about the discrepancies in the books. You’ve told me my math was wrong, but I wasn’t wrong. Was I?”

With a scowl the mayor and theatre owner replied, “No Richard you weren’t wrong. There has been money missing and yes that money has been going in my pocket. My lifestyle isn’t easy to maintain. And neither are you my dear.” He said turning his anger on his daughter. “If you didn’t require quite so many things, then this wouldn’t be happening.”

“What? I ...” Minny voice faltered. She gave him a pained look. “I would have been happy with less.”

“Good. We’ll be one person less. Say goodbye to Richard. His thieving has been discovered and we aren’t going to stand for it.” He said crossing the room to pull his daughter into the room.

She evaded his reach. “I’ll do no such thing. You need to make restitution. Richard has done nothing wrong.”

“It’s just my word against his. Who is everyone going to believe? The man who saved this town from ruin or the stranger who is romancing us out of our money”

Minny looked harshly at her father. She gathered her courage. “And if I speak out against you? What will people think then?”

His eyes narrowed. “That you are a stupid little girl that fell under the spell of a man. You wouldn’t be the first and you won’t be the last.”

A silence fell between them. Richard stepped into the fray. He looked into the eyes of his new enemy. “I take Minny and the rap. You keep your reputation and the town.”

Mayor Franklin’s face morphed into a sneer. “You think she’s worth all that? You keep her.” He turned away from the couple and dismissed them with a wave of his hand.


Minny nearly collapsed. Richard put an arm around her waist and led her away from the scene. He spoke to her in whispers of comfort and promises. Those whispers gave them strength to pack and leave. Those whispers gave them strength to find new careers and a new home. Those whispers carried them through the tough years. And now 10 years 2 children and a new life later, they are happy. Chambliss is unchanged. They still believe the Stranger Bridge is there to remind them to be wary of strangers and keep their loved ones close. 

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Charisma and Influence

He appeared from between the brick columns startling me. I let out a small squeak. “Oh. I didn’t see you there.”

“I’m sorry to have scared you.” He said in a voice that was trying too hard to pacify me. “I didn’t want to be in the way of the door while I was waiting for you.”

His tone of voice did nothing to pacify me. It was too calm, too assured. I didn’t want him to know that I wasn’t comfortable. I attempted to sound taken in by him. I’m not sure how successful I was because his face remained with its pacifying look. “Oh that makes sense.” I paused and looked in his eyes. The calm look from his face was not in his eyes. His eyes looked hungry. For what I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out either. He remained silently looking at me. Waiting for me to speak again. I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want to continue our conversation. I looked around me. I saw no one in the parking lot. The street was too far away. The trees surrounding the parking lot ensured that no one in the other buildings could see us. I desperately prayed for someone, anyone to come out the front doors. No one came and the silence stretched on. I had to say something. He was waiting on me to say something. I gave in. I asked the question he had been wanting me to ask. “Why were you waiting on me?”

He smiled. Not a comforting smile of a person enjoying the conversation. This was a smile because he enjoyed the control he had over me. He had always enjoyed controlling people, especially me. “I thought you would never ask.” His tone was light, but there was angry edge to his words. It was waiting just at the tips of his fingers. I had to be careful now. One wrong move and I would be in serious danger. “I just wanted to chat with you. I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought it was time for us to catch up.”

He paused again. He was waiting for me to excuse my silence. Again, I didn’t want to speak. But I could see the anger building in his fingers. He flexed them. He wanted to grab my arm, but he knew now was not the time. I had to give in again. “I’ve been very busy with classes. Lots of research and papers.” I knew the excuse sounded too easy, too convenient. It wasn’t a lie though. He had to know I wasn’t lying. I risked looking into his eyes again. The excuse didn’t work. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. I had to say something again and quickly. “One of my papers is for psychology. I am trying to discover how persuasion works. Why is one person so good at persuading while others are so bad at it? Why is one person so easily persuaded while others are so difficult?” His fingers stopped flexing. Interest flared in his eyes. He relaxed his shoulders. I had done it. I had turned aside the raging beast at least for the moment.

His steely grip on the conversation melted away. He spoke out of curiosity. He couldn’t predict what I would do next or what I would say next. I could see another emotion creeping into his countenance. It was something I wasn’t used to seeing. I didn’t recognize it at first. It was more than just curiosity. I had seen that before. It was contentment. He was wanted an answer from me because he was curious. He wasn’t demanding an answer to control me. He was waiting for my answer and prepared to converse with me. And he liked it! I was stunned and damn if my heart didn’t do a flip upon seeing this new emotion in him. Sometimes I hate having a heart. It seems to betray me at all the wrong times. I couldn’t deal with that now. I had to capitalize on this curiosity. “I’ve been finding lots of information about the types of persuasion that are given by the charismatic and accepted by the masses. There have been many theories written about the charismatic leaders from various periods of history. I have found as much about Hitler as I have Martin Luther King Jr. That surprised me. I didn’t expect people to see the positives of persuasion. I didn’t really expect it myself.”

“So you have found that a charismatic and persuasive leader can be used for good and for bad?” He asked with a genuine interest in my research. His posture relaxed further as he uncrossed his arms and dropped his hands to his sides.

“Exactly. Now I’m searching for how they decide to use their influence for good or for bad. Looking at the charismatic leaders throughout history, I have found that most have had serious struggles in their lives. Some took those struggles and became good leaders. Some took those struggles and became bad leaders. I don’t understand how some became good and some became bad.” I paused. I was out of words at least words that I knew he would be happy with.


The curiosity and contentment within the conversation was still on his face. I had done well so far. He spoke, “I don’t think the struggle ends when they become leaders. I think the struggle continues. It just looks different. It’s a struggle of personal power and influence or of societal power and influence. Are you looking out for yourself or for the whole of society?” The look on his face was one of deep introspection. He began answering my question, but ended up answering his own question, a question which had been deep inside him for a long time. 

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Top 10 Books of 2014

Based on my rankings, I think this was the year of fantasy. If I remembered to record them all in Goodreads, I have 'read' 32 books this year. However, there are 2 of those books that I didn't finish. So I don't really count those. So I read 30 books this year.


10. The Supreme's at Earl's All You Can Eat (Blog Review)
9. The Slaves Have Names (Blog Review)
8. Snow White and Rose Red: The Curse of the Huntsman
7. Searching for Normal (Blog Review)
6. A Little Salty to Cut the Sweet (Blog Review)
5. Mixed Feelings (Blog Review)
4. Finding Poe
3. Ocean at the End of the Lane (Blog Review)
2. Mr. Penumbra's 24 Hour Bookstore (Blog Review)
1. River's Deep (Blog Review)

With links to two different-ish reviews, it seems silly to write more thoughts about them. So I won't. A couple notes about the rankings I will mention though.

Is anyone surprised that Erin Keyser Horn is number one again this year? I'm not. This is the 3rd year in a row she has been at the top of my book list. She really is that good and I really do love her characters that much!

Unreliable narrators are growing on me. Actually, I'm becoming rather fascinated by them as evidenced by #3 and #4.

I finished #8 and #4 late in the year. So I didn't have time to write a blog post on here about them. Maybe I will have one for them in the near future to elaborate more on my thoughts.

Fantasy has been an unintended focus for me this year. #1, #2, #3, #4, #5 and #8 are all books I would include in that genre.

#6 and #7 are memoirs. #9 is non-fiction, but not quite a memoir. #10 is fiction, but not fantasy.

#5 and #7 are books that I received through Story Cartel for free in exchange for an honest review. My honest review is that I really enjoyed them. Check out that site. They have good stuff.

And if you want a few more book thoughts from me, check this one out.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Mixed Feelings by Olivia R. Burton: A Book Review



Kindle Price:$4.99

Length: 228 pages (estimated)


Book Description

 November 3, 2014
Being a therapist means dealing with other people's problems, but this is getting ridiculous.

Despite being an empath who tastes and feels others' emotions, Gwen Arthur's always managed to stay under the radar and out of the preternatural world. The worst she's had to deal with is a horny werewolf private eye named Mel.

Until now.

It starts with a terrifying visit from the monsters that plagued Gwen's childhood nightmares. They're back and they seem to think she's someone else entirely--someone very powerful. Someone capable of taking on the task they lay at her feet: find a group of kidnapped, magically gifted children before they're killed. Or worse.

She's got her smart mouth, her eerily competent best friend Chloe and, yes, even irritatingly attractive Mel to help her through this assignment. Hopefully that'll be enough, because she's also caught the attention of an invisible, candy-stealing interloper on top of everything else.

It's hard enough helping others sort through emotional turmoil, but now Gwen's got to rescue missing kids, figure out this whole “supernatural” thing, and treat Mel like a person? It's enough to give a girl MIXED FEELINGS. 


My Review:

DISCLAIMER: I received a free copy of this book from Story Cartel in exchange for an honest review.

I have received several books from them over the last couple years and have mildly enjoyed them. This one is different! I LOVED this book! The only thing I didn't like is that it was a little too bawdy for my taste. That is the only thing I didn't like. Seriously, that's it! I read most of it in one sitting. 95% of it one night. Like staying up until 2 am to finish it.

It started out reading like a Young Adult, but as I mentioned there is quite a bit of sexual humor. Therefore I would classify it as adult fiction. It does center around the magical/ supernatural world, so it is a fantasy novel. It is also funny. So it is a fantasy adult funny novel. (Not sure that is a genre)

The plot was great. The pacing was good. There were hints that there is more to the story, so we want to read future books in the series. There was one scene at the end with Dirk that didn't seem completely necessary. However, there might be events in the coming books in the series that reference that scene.

The characters are well rounded. They change over the course of the story and throughout the story we are allowed to see different sides of them. Even the minor characters were changed and adapted throughout the story. There are also lots of hints that there is more to come. However, the hints are not so large as to make you frustrated. You don't feel as if there is too much that you don't know. 

A few favorite things:

Gwen is an empath and does a great job of explaining how others people's feelings make her physically react. Her enormous sweet tooth and defense thereof is pretty funny. I'm not always so fond of her laziness. But she admits it and it makes it easier to wait on the future books in the series. So we end up feeling if she doesn't care then I don't need to care. It works for this book.

The anonymous snarky note leaver adds a good dash of humor and a little mysteriousness to the book and the series in general. 

The slow and steady revelation of the other world. We are not given all the answers at the beginning when Laurel and Hardy show up and ask for Gwen's help. She doesn't go on some crazy research binge to find everything out. She asks a few people and goes out try things on her own. We aren't even given all the answers by the end of the book either. And I like that.

A few not so favorite things:

The bawdiness of several scenes with Mel and a couple scenes with Evadne. Some of it seems like sexy for the purpose of sexy and not for anything needed in the plot. 

The entire character of Evadne, but that might be on purpose. Maybe we aren't supposed to like her.

The character of Merrin is too weak. She does some great stuff, but she doesn't have much character herself. Once again, maybe that's on purpose. 


Final thoughts:

I like this book enough to actually read future books in the series. And I've mentioned how I feel about series' before.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Mrs. Kaplan and the Matzoh Ball of Death by Mark Reutlinger

So I missed about 3 or 4 days of the 31 Days Challenge. If you were dying to see what was coming next, sorry. For my part, I'm not too sorry. It was good to challenge myself and some good stuff came from it, but I'm not sad to leave the challenge behind. Between home and work and some fun, I just didn't have the time to commit to that this year. Maybe next year.

But I did finish reading a book that I'm going to tell you about:

Mrs. Kaplan and the Matzoh Ball of Death



In the style of Sherlock Holmes, where the sidekick tells the story. We also do not know all of the facts as in the modern Sherlock adaptations. (I have read the original Sherlock. Some say they can figure it out, but I never did. So I don't know if I can say we didn't know all the facts.) The author did remind us of Sherlock and Watson in dialogue a time or two and I'm glad he did. Just when I started to get frustrated with what we didn't know and the sidekick point of view, I was reminded why he was doing that. Then I settled back into the story.

There were a few places where I started thinking it was too convenient or too fantastical.  The other is one character whose set was so fantastical and awkward that I struggled through her part of the story. I see why she was necessary, but I still didn't enjoy it. Those are the primary reasons I rated it a 3 instead of a 4.

The characters were a lot of fun though. The Yiddish words and dialect of the narrator really made me believe I was talking to an elderly Jewish woman. The ending was great because it didn't emphasize anything tragic or sad. It could very easily become a dark story when you are talking about death and the elderly. This one was not at all dark or tragic. The fabulous characters are what made me almost consider giving it 4 stars.

When I factor in the price, my enjoyment level goes up. It was an easy read and for $2.99 it is worth the money to get to know Rose and Ida.

It is available for pre-order now and will be released on Nov. 18, 2014.

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Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review from NetGalley

Thursday, October 9, 2014

31 Days of Characters: Tennyson Locke

Day 9 and you think I would have these categories memorized, but I don't. In fact, I just realized that I've been missing a category for the last 2 days. Maybe I don't need that one after all?


Name: Tennyson Locke

Career: Invalid

Location: Small town, Southeastern US, Locke estate

Appearance: Dark hair, bright eyes, in a wheelchair

Personality: He was also rude, inconsiderate, and snobbish. Now he is like a kid again, simple and loving.

Back Story: He was a vibrant young man working his way up in the family company until the accident caused a traumatic brain injury.

Where are they now?: Living on the Locke estate being cared for by Daisy, resented by Duke, and pitied by his brother, Laurence.