Author Archives: Rose City Sisters

April Fool’s Day by Steven Craig

The sun was peering into the windows of the trailer at 161 Springer Lane.  The smell of bacon on the stove was becoming more pronounced. Earl reached over and turned on the television set.

“Lurleen, you ready yet?,” Earl shouted. Lurleen had been outside “getting some sun” for the last five minutes, “so I can brown the same time as the bacon,” she said.

The calendar said it was April 1, 1957, but they both knew it as their wedding day. Lurleen came in from outside and changed from her robe to a gown. She grabbed Earl’s hand, and smiled.

© Copyright 2016 Steven Craig. All rights reserved.
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Steven Craig has not achieved accolades of any kind at any time. Not even a participation trophy, as he does not participate.

There Are No Basements in Piddleville by William Wren

Everyone in Piddleville went swimming in Alistair Stanley’s above ground pool. So it broke. But it was a magic pool. When water spilled out it always filled up to the same level and temperature.

Leaking, it did its magic and fixed things. All of Piddleville then became Alistair Stanley’s pool. Everything filled up! What a legal to-do!

Today, Piddleville is a top destination for boaters. It’s a lovely, drowsy resort spot because the water is a nice, consistent temperature. People everywhere want to a swim in Alistair Stanley’s pool!

As for basements, there aren’t enough sump pumps to have those.

© Copyright 2016 William Wren. All rights reserved.
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William Wren is a writer in New Brunswick, Canada. He has had two stories published previously by the Rose City Sisters: I’ve Never Been to Pasadena and Healing. He has one ebook collection of stories on Amazon, Disrupted Lives and Other Commotions. He has just completed another and hopes to make it available (as an ebook) very soon.

The Virus by Jim Milne

The phone call brought Ella confusing news.

“This is Microsoft and our analysis confirms that your computer has a virus.

“Is it Ebola?”

“No, nothing like that. It’s a computer virus.”

“Well I’m glad it isn’t Ebola. You’re sure now?”

“Yes Ma’am, absolutely positive.”

“Thank goodness, because I don’t know what I’d do. I couldn’t stay here and my sister Edna, you know how she is.”

“Yes Ma’am, now about your computer…”

“Do you know Edna?”

“No. Regarding your computer, for $39.99 we…”

“What computer? I don’t have a computer.”

“Praise be, another miracle. You have a nice day. Goodbye.”

© Copyright 2016 Jim Milne. All rights reserved.
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Jim Milne  is a first-time contributor to the Rose City Sisters.

Still Loving Her by Mike McNeff

We are comfortable sitting in the car looking out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca, holding hands, our conversation a private murmur.

I felt it the first time I saw her. I just didn’t know it. But as time meandered on its way I realized I loved her.

“You have peanut butter on your shirt,” she said one day at work.

“Oh,” I chuckled, feeling my shoulder. “My daughter needed to be held for a while this morning.”

She says that’s when she knew she loved me, so long ago.

© Copyright 2016 Mike McNeff. All rights reserved.
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Mike McNeff is a retired cop and lawyer who has had two action novels published by Amazon Encore and a western published bv Booktrope. He is a member of Whidbey Writers Group on Whidbey Island.

The Bad Apple by Michael Porco

Bill Gates did as told. Tomorrow Apple will unlock their phones for the FBI. We must keep America safe! I am Simon L. Patrick, Deputy Director of the FBI and double agent to President Putin. We have Hillary’s emails and now with Apple’s technology we can break into her other accounts. Donald J. Trump, our friend, will become US president as planned. Another success for Mother Russia.

© Copyright 2016 Michael Porco. All rights reserved.
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Michael Porco combines comedy, politics, and psychology. As a psychotherapist, he works with creative people helping them go from Blah to Ha. He is also the political instigator and host of Mass Debates with Mike Porco, a weekly comedy podcast encouraging listeners to think, and challenge the status quo.

Fatal Mistakes by Gordon M. Labuhn

A lone tear oozed out and slowly roll down her wrinkled cheek, momentarily hanging from a cliff on parched lips.

Jeremy’s head lay on her soiled apron. The desert heat burned his skin and turned the dried blood black around the hole in his chest. “He shouldn’t have taken the horse or drawn his gun.”

In a spasm, he sucked in a breath then slowly wheezed it out.

The tear dropped and sizzled when it landed on his sunburned chest.

A slight breeze stirred the desert sand, and silence had the last word.

© Copyright 2016 Gordon M. Labuhn. All rights reserved.
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Gordon M. Labuhn served as Executive Director of non-profit associations for twenty-one years, and Chief Executive Officer of for-profit organizations for five years, and three years in state government services. He has written twelve theatre vignettes, produced a nationally promoted movie, authored two novels, one memoir, and one business book on planning effective meetings. He has been a first and second place winner of national writing competition.

Life From Life by Jim Martyka

I finally fell.

It was time. I was patient, waiting, observing, wishing. Then, it happened…thrilling!

I emerged and fell. One of billions, yet unique, especially in my path. Only I would fall here. No other. Just—

It was over too soon. I hit ground and that was it. It went fast, I couldn’t appreciate it. I experienced as much as I could, but then it was done.

Still, my journey had purpose. I was soaked up and through me came growth, joy, love. My experience was short and full and from me came something bigger.

Life from life.

© Copyright 2016 Jim Martyka. All rights reserved.
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Jim Martyka is a multi-published author and editor in both fiction and non-fiction and an award-winning freelance journalist and teacher. He is also an accomplished actor and the co-founder of the Los Angeles based theatre company Theatre Unleashed. He is also a proud former Guinness Book of World Records holder of watching the most consecutive hours of movies without sleeping (53 and a half hours).

Truth and the Queen Bee by Rowena Williamson

“I think you are beautiful.” He said it seriously as he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips.

She stared at him. “Are you teasing me?” Tears began to well in her eyes.


“I am the ugly one in the family.”

“Who told you that?”

“My sister.”

“She lied.”

© Copyright 2016 Rowena Williamson. All rights reserved.
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Rowena Williamson is the author of Escape to the Highlands, MacGregor’s Bargain, MacGregor’s Odyssey, and Ryan and the Redhead.

Should You Always Believe Your Dad? by Avis Rector

During World War II my sister’s navy pilot friend, on a flight from Florida, brought two baby alligators. Dad made a wire fence for them in the yard. Marge fed them raw hamburger. They loved ice cream. I teased them with a stick to open their mouths.

Fall came. Dad said, “Time for them to hibernate.” I believed him. Marge lined a wooden box with cloth. Dad nailed down the lid. I watched them bury the box by a tree. No ceremony.

Spring came. “Please, Dad, open the box, the alligators are hungry.” Reluctantly, he did. Two skeletons. I cried.

© Copyright 2016 Avis Rector. All rights reserved.

Avis Rector has lived on Whidbey Island all her life in the same house she was born in 83 years ago. After retiring from teaching, when she’s not helping her husband on their farm, she writes! Her new novel, Pauline, A New Beginning on Whidbey Island, appeals to anyone who enjoys reading stories of the Great Depression Era.

But Mother, You Said by Ken Rosburg

Four-year-old Billy saw purple butterflies flitting in his backyard. He tried to catch one but when he got close it flew away. Billy followed the butterfly out of the garden, down the alley, across the street and through neighbors’ yards. He chased it until he lost sight, then he chased another. For hours, he chased butterflies until he finally chased one into his own garden.

He saw police cars in front of his house. Inside, his mother talked to policemen.

“Don’t interrupt when I’m busy,” Mom often said to Billy.

He remembered. Tired, he went to bed.

© Copyright 2016 Ken Rosburg. All rights reserved.
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Ken Rosburg is a retired US Air Force fighter pilot and a retired American Airlines pilot. He began writing in 2012 and has had works published in the national-award winning “SandScript” journal and in the e-zine, “A Long Story Short.” Ken resides in Tucson, Arizona with his wife of forty-seven years.