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:

 

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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