Welcome to Dancing Leaves!

A warm welcome to my blog!

file1261307908139[1]This blog was created out of love for the written word, and from a need to share my inner thoughts, feelings, and stories with others.

I have published many books (fiction, nonfiction, and children’s), and I also love writing stories, articles, and blog posts.

I would love to touch as many hearts and minds as possible, to help stimulate people’s minds, spark their imagination, and expand their hearts as they touch new worlds and dimensions.

I believe we each have something unique and special to bring to this world, and our goal is to find that incredible beauty within us, embrace it, and share that with the world.

For me, one of those things I offer is my writing. My blog posts contain heart-felt short stories, visions, and inspirational messages.

Please click on the archives to the right (or see a few samples below) and read and enjoy my writing, as I share my innermost being and my creative imagination with you. And I hope you will follow me.

Please also visit my website here.

I wish you all much love and joy.

Lynn

 

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A few samples from recent stories:

 

White Stuff

Captain Harris Miles Stanbury surveyed the planet’s landscape through the main view screen as a rush of adrenaline moved through him. He loved being the captain and he especially loved exploring new worlds. The excitement, the thrill, the danger, and the rewards were enormous.

After receiving a communication signal from Captain Marshall from the planet’s surface a month earlier about the incredible discovery on this planet, that it was “better than gold,” he had to come take a look for himself. He knew Captain Marshall from the Academy and they had shared with each other reports from other space explorations. Harris had not heard from him since then, but he knew he was a good captain and he trusted him. He felt the excitement rise and couldn’t wait to get down on the planet.

Exciting possibilities rushed into his mind now that he was finally in orbit, ready to explore this magnificent world. What was down there? What was “better than gold”? He couldn’t wait to set foot on the surface.

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Gift of Life

Brooke woke up to the sound of machines beeping, a sound that for some reason was soothing. She was still alive!

Her chest ached. But that was normal for just two days after her heart transplant. It had been agonizing waiting for an appropriate donor, and she was excited when one finally became available. It was her only chance at life.

For two weeks she remained in the hospital, hooked up to tubes, drains, IVs, and monitors. She felt weak and exhausted, and recovery was slow but steady. After following all the nurses’ instructions and doing all the exercises given to her by physical therapy, it was finally time to go home. Although a bit nervous about leaving the safety of the hospital, she couldn’t wait to go back to her own home. And with her husband working from home, it was reassuring to know she would have him there to help her.

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Turning Point

Andrea trembled with fear. She knew John would be angry again. Lately he seemed to always be angry. Things needed to be perfect for him to be happy, and this was an imperfect world. And people weren’t perfect either. But he somehow couldn’t understand that.

And now dinner was going to be late, and the potatoes would not be ready at the same time as the chicken. She knew he would scream and yell at her, and she was so tired of his anger.

Here it comes, she thought as he entered the kitchen.

John glared at her, his face red and contorted with rage. “You bitch!” he bellowed, his eyes cutting into her. “You know I want dinner on time!”

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The Handyman

Jenny stared at her kitchen cabinet. No matter what she did or how she tried to fix it, the door to that one cabinet still hung crooked. Frustrated, after working at it for weeks, she finally broke down and called a handyman. She hoped it was worth it and the cabinet door would finally be fixed.

The handyman was due to arrive any minute. She made sure the kitchen was reasonably clean, and she hoped the worker, whoever he was, did not have a short shirt and show a plumber’s crack. Other than that, she hoped he just did a good job.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang, and when she opened the door, she felt her eyes open wide. A young, handsome man stood there, dirty-blond hair falling over his forehead. Deep blue eyes gazed back at her. There had to be a mistake. Maybe he was at the wrong house, and the real handyman, an old, fat, hairy guy, would still show up.

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Good Friends

Brooke sat at his bedside holding his cool, frail hand. After months of a rapidly moving cancer ravaging his body, he was losing his fight. She knew he didn’t have much time left.

“Matt,” she said softly. “I’m here for you. I’m so sorry you’re going through this.” She wiped a tear away. “And I need to tell you something before you go.” She cleared her throat. “I know we’ve been friends for a long time. Good friends.” She paused and blew her nose. “I need to let you know that I am in love with you. I fell in love with you a while back. For a long time now, I’ve wished we could be more than friends.”

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The Old Trunk

My body swam with a combination of excitement and dread. Wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans, I realized I had always been both curious and scared of what was in that old trunk.

Now it was time to go out to the shed behind the garage and find out. My stomach tightened at the thought. For years, my father had always emphatically insisted that I was never to either go in the shed or open that trunk under any circumstances. He forbid it. I had never seen him that severe or unyielding.

He never gave an explanation, but I didn’t need one. I respected him and, feeling intimidated and frightened, I honored his demand. But I was always curious.

And now there was no one to stop me…

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Swirls of Mist

Cassie frantically looked around at the trees, her heart pounding. How could she have gotten lost? She had followed the path into the woods and explored a little to spend some time in nature. And somehow she had gotten turned around.

She walked a little farther and hesitated. Was she going in the right direction? A layer of mist covered much of the ground, swirling in places, making it hard to see.  A sound reached her, and she wasn’t quite sure what she heard. Looking around, she noticed a cabin a short distance away. Her body shivered as she gazed at it, trying to decide what to do.

A scream pierced the air. It was a man’s scream and it came from the cabin. Her throat knotted up…

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Rescue

Alicia stared at the special communications receiver. Why wasn’t he calling? Her husband had been at the lunar outpost for four months, and he had always called every day or two, even if it was just for a couple minutes at a time. But now it had been a full week without Drew calling at all, and it worried her.

Was he okay? Was he injured? Sick? Did he need help? Or was it a simple malfunction of the Earth-Moon-Earth device? The EME communication device had worked well until now. Her stomach churned with anxiety.

The scientists at NASA were frantic…

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New Earth

BEEP BEEP BEEP! Nikki peered at the navigation panel and adjusted the controls. Then she reviewed the instrument readout — they were back on course.

She tapped her foot as a wave of anxiety moved through her. It had been eight months since they had left Earth. She clearly remembered the launch, the strong vibration, the intense shaking, and the heavy pull on her body. She remembered closing her eyes and praying, as fear shook her body every bit as powerfully as the thrust engines.

They had left Earth out of desperation. It was their last chance. The violence on Earth had increased to an unsustainable level…

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Bucket of Life

Squeezing pressure. Hard to breathe. My chest ached. My jaw hurt. Dizziness flooded through me and I felt weak. I stumbled to the phone and called 9-1-1. Didn’t feel well. Nauseous. Felt awful. Could not take a deep breath. Shuffled to the front door and unlocked it. Lay down on the floor in front of the unlocked door and hoped they would get there in time. Darkness.

Surrounded by a flurry of activity. I was placed on a gurney. I felt a mask pressed to my face. I felt movement and heard sirens as the ambulance raced to the hospital. Felt hot and sweaty. Would I make it? Not sure I would survive. Darkness.

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Escape

The slap stung her face and brought tears to her eyes. She had to find a way to get out of there and away from that man.

“Now don’t you give me a problem, girl. You’re mine now. I can do anything I want with you.” His sour breath washed over her as his eyes frantically looked around the small room. “Don’t you even think of escaping or it will be even worse for you, I promise.” He backed up and reached the doorway. “You just sit tight now and don’t move. I’m gonna go get some rope and I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare try to get out of here. If you try to leave, I’ll kill you. You hear me?”

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The Haunted Chair

I stood outside the house, gathering courage to go inside. I had briefly lived here over twenty years ago. When we had first bought the house, we knew someone had died in it, but we thought nothing of it. We just cleaned the place up and moved in.

Then we discovered the house was haunted. A ghost roamed the halls, and it was not friendly. It terrorized us. There were always strange noises, doors opening and closing, lights flickering, pockets of icy cold air, and the sound of footsteps.

But the worst was the chair. The chair in the living room would shake and bounce and creak. I was always terrified of it. I could still remember the day that it bounced after me and chased me across the room. The memory made me shiver.

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Window to the Future

Aliya brushed the hair out of her face as she walked up the grassy incline. She had wanted to climb to the top of the hill in her neighborhood and see the view for months now. Her breathing heavy and ragged from exertion, she was finally here. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she neared the crest.

Looking up, her eyes opened wide and she stared at the view at the top of the hill. A ruin was there — part of one, anyway. Just the window was left from some unknown structure. It looked ancient and powerful and she felt drawn to it.

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Hide and Seek

Benjie kept his eyes covered as he sang out. “… 6 … 7 … 8 … 9 … 10. Ready or not, here I come!” He dropped his hands and opened his eyes, taking in the back yard. His eyes roamed over the swing set, the picnic table, the big oak tree with the tree house, and a few smaller trees. But no Stevie. Where did he go?

He ran around the back yard. “Stevie?” No answer.

A creaking sound made him turn toward the back of the yard. The gate was open. Did Stevie leave and go into the woods?

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Memories of Murder

Keegan stood there, staring at the chair. He had loved using that chair and he cherished what it represented. The memories flooded back. He remembered tying his victims to that chair. The red-brown bloodstains on the floorboards were still visible.

The memories made him smile. He could see the terror in the eyes of his victims when he brought out the knife. He could still hear the screams. He hadn’t killed again in all these years since then. But that chair brought back the cherished memories, and he chuckled.

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First Steps of Recovery

Danielle grimaced in pain and massaged her right thigh. It was aching again, even more than usual. Both legs ached, but the right one was worse today. She wondered if she would ever stop hurting.

Rage surged through her as her mind drifted back to the accident that had left her crippled. She had been crossing the street and was in the crosswalk when some guy who was high on something came barreling down the road, driving much too fast, and hit her. She had gone flying, and both legs were shattered, along with a fracture and dislocation of a vertebra in her lower back. If only she could take that day back and have walked somewhere else instead. But she couldn’t. It happened. And she didn’t want to lose herself in the depths of anger and self-pity. She needed to move forward and not dwell on the past.

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