The Seagull Serenade

Do you know what that sound is, Highness? Those are the Shrieking Eels — if you don’t believe me, just wait. They always grow louder when they’re about to feed on human flesh. If you swim back now, I promise, no harm will come to you. I doubt you will get...

The Flying Flag

I stood atop the deck of the ferry as the wind gently played with my hair, my gaze lost somewhere along the horizon. I gracefully leaned against the railing and sipped my tiny cup of cappuccino. My dress flowed beautifully behind me and I knew that I was perfectly...

The Picture Maker

I just couldn’t get enough of that salty ocean air. The wind had become my constant companion and friend, taking the edge off the glaring heat of the southern sun. It wasn’t needed in the evenings, but was still a welcome addition to the crashing waves and...

The Island Mix Up

It wasn’t just me. We were all a bit confused when we walked over the long boardwalk and caught view of the ocean. Our intention was to go to Oak Island, North Carolina. In fact, I was sure we were on Oak Island because we had just climbed the first 12 ships...

Days Gone By

I’m feeling nostalgic. Two years ago I was able to attend a writer’s conference near the quaint little mountain town of Black Mountain, North Carolina. I’m feeling nostalgic. Tomorrow I begin a new adventure to an old haunt. It’s the same...