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Read Kit Robey’s Award Winning Short Story
https://www.katharinecrawfordrobey.com “Last Train to Banff” Warner stood at the window of the compartment, thinking about his wife. Thirty years, ten months, and one week ago today, they’d been married. They’d never taken a honeymoon. He was always on assignment for Romantic Travel. Yet someone had to make a living. How she would have loved this. Continue reading
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A Valentine’s Day Contribution
From Katharine “Kit” Robey Ah, Never Doubt by Katharine Crawford Robey Ah, never doubt that love existsOr that it can awaken with a lover’s kissOr that after that it will wax and waneNever doubt that unless there is a vow to seal that kissA vow that tested continues to persistThis love of ours will drift Continue reading
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“Final Victory” excerpt from Phil Bosshardt
In August 1945, the U.S. used two atomic bombs against Japan. But a third bomb was also built. What if a special ops team from Japan and the Soviet Union had managed to steal the third bomb? Japanese leaders wanted to end the war, but not on America’s terms. To get better terms, a plan Continue reading
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“My Last Payments”
Poem by Susan Crawford Not death I fear but life’s loss — smells of earth, quiet’s words, sleeping shades of winter’s gray, things sole, uneven, fey. These I shall not lightly give away. Not death but sadness I fear losing — unpaid labors, loves renounced, neglected moments, misplaced ardors, Continue reading
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Wednesday Haiku
From Phil Bosshardt I walk the road now My feet hit the hard pavement Swimming is preferred Note that all material shared on this site and in these posts are the exclusive ownership of their respective authors. No further use or manipulation of this material may occur without the direct documented consent of the individual Continue reading
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The Case of the Hot Shower
From Ann Beach Fifteen-year-old Skyler was weak after 2 weeks of persistent vomiting. So weak she was willing to be admitted to the hospital, something she had argued against the day before. It had all started about 3 weeks earlier when she developed some vague stomachache, right around her navel. She proceeded to become nauseated Continue reading
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“The Neighborhood Grew Up” Michael W. Martin
Here is the beginning of a short story written years ago by Spirited Scrivener, Michael Martin. The Neighborhood Grew Up It wasn’t until Halloween that year that they noticed there were no children. Which was odd because they had moved onto a long, dead-end street that looked to be the very essence of Ozzie-and-Harriet-Land. But Continue reading
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From Night of Vengeance…
Philip Bosshardt Onboard the U.S.S. Bentham Cole Convoy HX 245 Lat 48 North, Long 28 West July 5, 1944 (Wednesday) 0235 hours Roy Gates was nervous, apprehensive, wary and anxious, especially since he couldn’t get the damned cigarette lit in the wind gusting across Bentham Cole’s bridge deck. Gates swore and kept trying his lighter. Continue reading
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Sometimes it seems everyone is an aspiring writer. May be. Everyone has a story. Everyone has something to say. Although not everyone makes the effort to share it. The Spirited Scriveners exists to encourage that effort. Pen to paper, as it were. Fingertip to keyboard. However it happens.
Here you will encounter the results of our own efforts. Sometimes serious. Sometimes comedic. Sometimes romantic. This group of authors operate in very different worlds. Yet, find it mutually supportive. Whether creating science fiction or romance, children’s picture book or young adult, medical or architectural history, we all look to improve the telling of the tale. We teach each other as we teach ourselves and we navigate the dusky, ever-changing paths of publishing together.
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