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WRITE-BYTES Blog

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November 25, 2022 By Linda S. Gunther The topic this week:  WRITING BACKSTORY or FLASHBACKS This is the 11th blog episode of Write-Bytes!  To read this blog, go to my author website:  www.lindasgunther.com Click on Write-Bytes at top of screen and enjoy this week’s Nov 25th byte.  You may not consider yourself a writer now but you’re thinking about writing or maybe you’ve been making notes for a story or memoir for a while and you’d like to read something that might be helpful to you from another writer’s perspective.  Each week is a new blog post. All previous posts also appear for your convenience!​           Please feel free to share with others who might have an interest. Write on!   Linda S. Gunther has written five novels: Ten Steps From The Hotel Inglaterra, Endangered Witness, Lost In The Wake, Finding Sandy Stonemeyer, and Dream Beach. She grew up in New York City, received a Master’s Degree in Psychology, an MBA and studied theatre at Oxford University with the Britis

Three 100 word stories

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  Trail Accident Report   Two unidentified hikers suffered only minor injuries (primarily to their pride) after they attempted to mount each other last weekend in a secluded area of Mount Washington. One partner’s bare buttocks and the other’s sneakered feet simultaneously encountered a mossy patch on a rock outcropping during the near consummation of the couple’s relationship. The pair slid five hundred feet down a steep, grassy incline before coming to rest in a patch of wild blueberries. Rangers reported that the couple plans to climb again next month and advised them to wear the proper clothing and footgear needed to attain their summit.        Tuition   Dave knew he failed that morning’s exam, and he hadn’t even started the research paper due that afternoon. He needed inspiration, encouragement, motivation. His roommate couldn’t help, also on the brink of flunking out. His professors would be annoyed that he waited this long to get help. His parents would say, "

WRITE-BYTES Blog

WRITE-BYTES Blog November 18, 2022 By Linda S. Gunther The topic this week:  FINDING YOUR VOICE AS A WRITER This is the 10th weekly episode of Write-Bytes!  To read this blog, go to my author website:  www.lindasgunther.com Click on Write-Bytes at the top of the screen and enjoy this week’s Nov 18th byte.  You may not consider yourself a writer now but you’re thinking about writing or maybe you’ve been making notes for a story or memoir for a while and you’d like to read something that might be helpful to you from another writer’s perspective.  Each week is a new blog post. All previous blog posts also appear on the website for your convenience!​    Please feel free to share with others who might have an interest.

Book Show

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No Easy Way

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I glanced across the bed; Angie was still sleeping. I sighed I knew I would need to tell her very soon and there was no easy way. I had been putting it off for a couple of weeks and I could not go on this way; it was simply unfair on her. I had gradually come to realise that I did not want to marry her. I suppose we had not specifically agreed and I had not proposed to her, but I felt sure there was that understanding that we had reached that stage. I suppose I had been foolish, some might say selfish, but she had been my first lover. I had been nervous at my first real sexual encounter, but she had been so kind, patient and loving with me. Now after all this I was intending to thank her by easing her out of my life. I hoped it would at least be of some consolation that there was no one else involved and that I was not treating our relationship as part of my sexual learning curve before moving on. We met through mutual friends and I had walked her home. I cautiously asked if I could s

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

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I Never Promised You A Rose Garden By LILY FINCH The Salvation Army has been around since 1865. An itinerate pastor named William Booth started the organization as a grassroots effort with boots on the ground in London. He didn't have buildings, but he did have a dedicated following who saw desperate need among the poorest of people and took to the streets to offer help. The Salvation Army is known for its charitable and Christian works all over the globe. One of their deeds was working with young and incarcerated people in Canada. Officers known as the Millers were one such couple chosen to do just this kind of work. Who could have predicted the terrible turn of events that would unfold when they decided on a ministry in Alberta, Canada? Paul Miller and his wife, Sandra, were good people and had a wonderful marriage, and they had taken all of the appropriate courses needed to work the prison circuit. (as prescribed by the Salvation Army to prepare them for working with s

WRITE-BYTES Blog

WRITE-BYTES Blog November 4, 2022 By Linda S. Gunther The topic this week:  EMOTIONAL REACTIONS and CONNECTIONS BETWEEN CHARACTERS To read this blog, go to my author website:  www.lindasgunther.com Click on Write-Bytes at top of screen and enjoy this week’s blog byte. You may not consider yourself a writer now but you’re thinking about writing or maybe you’ve been making notes for a story or memoir for a while and you’d like to read something that might be helpful to you from another writer’s perspective. MINE! And I want to share that with you. Each week is a new blog post and all previous blog posts appear for your convenience!​           P.S. If you read the WRITE-BYTES blog, let me know if it’s of value to you. And feel free to share with others.

Southern Book Fair

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I Told Her That I Loved Her.

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This dream I had about my Grandma, the fearsome one who prayed through closed lids though she could see you with rays that bounced off the back of her eyes, this woman who saved a family from ruin with her formidable reach, this woman, who gave you lip for saying God's name backwards, so the unsayable jumped off your tongue like a lie. In the dream, I followed her footprints, to see if I could find her, the taste of burnt coffee on the roof of my mouth, with four sugars, exactly the way she liked it, this woman with her side-to-side walk, fastidious as a priest, who in the dream gave back the cuppa I made her, because everything should have been cleaner, the saucer, the golden crumbs on the toast, the jug that held cream scorched and cooled to the temperature of breast milk, the plastic pots where she washed her fingers just so, the shushuri-shushuri of water on skin, this woman, this glorious woman with titties that fell to her waist and ears that heard sounds that hadn't