Monthly Archives: December 2016

…And a Happy New Year…

Well, 2016 is finally coming to a close. This has been a interesting year for many people, and that hasn’t been any different for me. A lot good. Even more bad. To be honest, I’m ready for the year to be over.

But I’m a bright side of life kind of person (or at least I try very hard to be) so even though 2016 has been terrible for me, 2017 is right around the corner. And frankly, it can only go up from here.

I’m taking the last week of the year off–because family and friends and holidays are the way to end a year who has not treated you well.  Stay safe and warm through the end of the year, and I will see you all January 2, 2017.

Have a happy new year, guys. I’ll see you soon.


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Posted by on December 23, 2016 in BekahBeth's Thoughts


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Fiction: Supposed to Say (455 words)

“I’m sorry, Hana,” Harlowe offered weakly. She said it because it was what she was supposed to say. She knew even as she said it to me that it didn’t mean a damn thing. That it wasn’t going to ease my mind or relax me in any way shape or form. She knew that sorry meant nothing at this point. “He was a good man,” She continued, again because it was what she was supposed to say.  I knew he was a good man. I knew better than anyone that he was a good man. But then again–if anyone other than me knew that Conlyn was good man, then Harlowe would be the one who knew that.

Besides, being angry at Harlowe wasn’t going to change a thing. It wasn’t her fault he was gone. And if I was going to make it through this–I was going to need my big sister.

I turned to say something to Harlowe–thank her or whatever it was that I was supposed to say. But when I met her eyes, my lower lip started to quiver–and it was like I was seven years old again and my world was collapsing around my ears again. I tried not to blink while my eyes filled with tears, but then Harlowe was there, her arms wrapped around me. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’ve done this before, you can do it again. I’ve got you.” Harlowe whispered in my ears, muttering other platitudes there as quickly and as quietly as she could manage.

“He’s gone. He’s gone and I don’t know what to do.” I sobbed.

“I know. I know. I got you. I got you.” Harlowe held me even tighter.

I don’t know how long we stood there. I don’t know when she got me over to the couch and sat me down. I don’t know when I laid down flat, or when I finally fell asleep. I know that it wasn’t until after that that Harlowe put a pillow under my head and wrapped me in a fleece blanket. I know it wasn’t until after I fell asleep that Harlowe made a cup of tea and put in on the little table next to the couch for when I woke up.

I didn’t feel any better when I woke up, but the tea helped to soothe my throat. And there wasn’t too much else I could do. My husband had just died. I had to find a way to survive. And I now knew without a doubt that my sister would be there to help me along every step of the way.

Because I hadn’t been sure before. But now it was good to know I’d have that to lean on.

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Posted by on December 22, 2016 in Stories


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Fiction: Legal Theft Project–Poetry (185 words)

“You and I, we have salt water in our veins.” Beth wrapped her arms around her younger half-sister Margie, rocking slightly forward on the edge of the pier behind their house.

“That seems scientifically suspect,” Margie replied, pressing back against her sister to keep them from going into the bay.

Beth sighed dramatically. “You have no sense of poetry.”

“That’s true,” Margie laughed, “But I’ll be quiet if you want to make your poetic point.”

“Thank you.” Beth cleared her throat and started again in a dramatic voice.  “You and I, we have salt water in our veins. Our ancestors were born on the sea. It’s in our blood to want to be out on the open water. The Freedom. The Beauty. The Danger. We yearn for it in our very souls.” She gave her sister a squeeze around the shoulders. “Too much?”

“Meh,” Margie shrugged, “Can’t we just say, ‘Hey Mom, we want to go out on the sea?’”

Beth heaved another sigh. “You have no sense of poetry.”

Margie smiled again, focusing her eyes out on the horizon. “I suppose that’s still true.”

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Posted by on December 21, 2016 in Legal Theft Project, Stories


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Fiction: Legal Theft Project–Methodical (134 words)

They never realized the danger of a plodder.  Because that was the best way to describe Maria, she was a plodder. She wasn’t the quickest worker, or the most enthusiastic, but she could work hard and steadily for hours and hours on end.

And that’s what got in them all in trouble. Maria would plow through even the most tedious of jobs, looking at even the smallest of details, comparing them back to what they should be. Where others would have gotten bored, given up, let their eyes glaze over in thoughts of going home or what was for dinner, Maria kept working. Maria kept focusing. Maria kept plodding alone.

They never realized the danger of a plodder. That’s why they didn’t realize that when their case was assigned to Maria, they were caught.

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Posted by on December 20, 2016 in Legal Theft Project, Stories


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Fiction: Legal Theft Project — Siblings Dinner (221 words)

Michael rested his head against the edge of the table, breathing slowly in and out trying to cool the fire in his mouth. “You are…never…allowed to…be in control…of the spices…again.” Michael groaned between cooling breaths.

“I’m sorry,” Matthew whimpered, “I thought that pepper was pepper. It was just a color difference.”

“There is a big difference,” Michael groaned, sitting up now, feeling a little bit less like his mouth was filed with fire, “No, there is a huge difference between cayenne pepper and black pepper. If you use too much Cayenne pepper, you get— “Michael made a vague gesture at the food in front of them.

“Aggressively spicy tacos?” Matthew offered.

Michael laughed in spite of the fact that his eyes were still kind of watering, “Yes. That’s it exactly. You get Aggressively Spicy Tacos.”

For a second they both sat and stared at the four extra tacos, already made and sitting in front of them.

“So—“ Michael grinned, “Want to go offer Lizzie some tacos?”

Matthew smiled wide. If they were pranking their sister—then he wasn’t persona non-grata anymore. “She is working hard on her paper. She’s probably hungry.”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping you would say.”  He grabbed the plate of tacos and headed up the stairs, Matthew quick on his heels.

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Posted by on December 19, 2016 in Legal Theft Project, Stories


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Fiction: Legal Theft Project–Warm (215 words)

She woke up deliciously warm. Her sister must have gotten up early and started the fire ages ago. Hana felt a little guilty at that—technically it was her job to start the fire, but Harlowe must have understood how much she needed the sleep.

Hana set up slowly, holding the blankets to her chest out of habit rather than out of need for the protection from the cold. A soft voice came from behind her. “You okay?”

Hana considered for a second.  In the thoughts of the fire and waking up warm had distracted her from the reason that she and her sister were living in this old hunting cabin rather than the big beautiful farm house that they had both been born in. But then it all came crashing back in on her.

“I’m,” Hana started before taking another second, “Better than I was yesterday.” She answered honestly.

“That’s good,” Harlowe answered, coming forward so that Hana could see her in the fire light, “That’s very good.”

“I thought so too,” Hana gave a half smile, letting the blankets fall into a pile in her lap. “One day at a time.”

Harlowe poked at the fire a bit, sending a spiral of sparks into the air. “That’s all anyone can ask of you.”

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Posted by on December 16, 2016 in Stories, Uncategorized


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Fiction: Legal Theft Project–Plans (99 words)

What he was suggesting was legally corrupt, but surprisingly amusing. I allowed myself exactly sixteen seconds to believe that I would go along with it, before rational thinking kicked back into gear.

“Stop it,” I scolded playfully, “We need a real plan. That is not a real plan.”

His over exaggerated frown was exactly what I needed to see. I felt more relaxed, and level-headed, by the second. “Well, fine. The come up with your real plan, Miss Baker, but remember that my plan would have always been a lot more fun.”

“Duly noted,” I grinned, planning already.

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Posted by on December 15, 2016 in Legal Theft Project, Stories


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