Author: Kelly Phillips

  • (Another Twitter-prompted story!) Henry’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel and he kept leaning forward to peer up at the sky. He didn’t like this — being out in the open plains with nasty-looking black clouds rolling in. He would much rather be back at his mundane suburban house leading his mundane suburban life.…

  • Inspire by Mad Libs, I have a writing exercise where I ask others to provide certain things and then create a story based off what people suggest. I asked Twitter for: a means of transportation; an animal; a weapon that doesn’t shoot bullets; an article of clothing; a profession; and a food so bad you wouldn’t…

  • Happy Holidays!

    I am a Christian. I celebrate Christmas and I feel very strongly that the consumerism associated with the holiday is overshadowing the true meaning of it – Christ’s birth and the gift of salvation. (We won’t get into the timing of it – I won’t try to justify institutional decisions made LONG before my time.)…

  • And Now for Something Completely Different

    I started writing this years ago when we were kicking around the idea of forming a family band. Found the notes on my phone at 4:30am, and decided to finish it. (Note: the image is because I couldn’t figure out a formatting I liked otherwise.)

  • (Reposted after editing and story adjustments. Originally posted in July, 2016.)      “… two… three… four… NOW! Go! Go! Go!”      The trio of guardians broke from the trees and dove behind an outcropping of rock seconds before a beam of red light struck the copse where they had been hiding. The trees…