Tracey Miller Creative

Powered by RedCircle The sun rose like it did any other morning, but something didn’t feel right. Stella had recently laid five eggs and had been carefully minding them so her baby swans would be healthy when they hatched. She looked down at her future young only to realize there were no longer five eggs…

It all started as a normal day. Helen’s routine as a housewife began as usual: make breakfast, kiss her husband as he left for work, get the kids to school, and drop the dog off at the groomer. As she started to head home, the weather shifted dramatically. Dark storm clouds filled the sunny, blue…

It was a normal morning in the bear house. We got up, opened our windows as it was a lovely day, and went about our routines. It was Great Big’s day to cook, and he made his delicious, very dense porridge. This porridge is always so dense, it takes at least 10 minutes to cool…

Have you ever had one of those moments you just felt was going to change everything? A real butterfly effect situation? Let me tell you about mine:

Alden rolled his ten-foot body over, his head throbbing from the fall. What had happened? He scratched his head, trying to remember. Slowly, the memories returned. He had been climbing down the giant beanstalk. He was chasing someone…for something important.

The kids were finally settled and down for their naps. Jesse had been babysitting the Smiths for 2 years and never had so much trouble getting them to sleep. Their morning had been more exciting than usual. They had seen a cardinal land on a nearby bush until it was chased away by a cottontail…

It’s been rough since those three pig brothers move into town. Folks around here used to trust me, but now, they avoid me. I was a well respected handyman. Life’s getting pretty lonely.

The day had finally arrived! After months of long hours and endless project fires, Sadie, Aria, and Chloe were ready for a much-needed mountain getaway. They had made the final handover yesterday, and now it was time to leave work behind and truly relax.

Maybe it isn’t my destiny to catch my enemy and avenge my friend. Do I really want to chase him forever? When do I quit? When should I just let the professionals do their job?

Jackson looked down at his hands. They were still dirty from tending the hydrangea bushes. Those bushes had gotten so unruly this year, and Jackson was thankful it was finally time for the fall trimming. He and Marvin had planted them years ago at their mother’s house.