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Dawn Quyle Landau
Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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“Bula means hello, good, welcome… it has many meanings, but all things that are good. “ Marica (Maretha) patiently explained to me, my second night in Fiji. “Vinaka is thank you, but it also has many meanings. Together, they mean … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers, the most wonderful flash fiction on the interweb! Warning: highly addictive! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields pulls it all together, asking participants to write a 100-word story, with a beginning, middle and end, in response to a photo prompt, and to interact … Continue reading
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I immediately knew where this story would take me, but find the way was much harder than I anticipated. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where this band of international writers struggle to do the same thing: make sense of a photo … Continue reading
Mohamud was my driver from San Diego to Del Mar. I don’t say something like that very often. I don’t have drivers. I am happy to carry my own bags; I don’t fly in first class, unless I am upgraded … Continue reading
The prompt is to write for 10 minutes, “no more, no less.” Check out other writing for this Word Press Challenge, here. Alone In A Hotel Room The temperature is strange, the pillow foreign. I toss and turn in the … Continue reading
As so many of you have noted, it’s such a wonderful surprise to wake up and see your own photo on the Friday Fictioneer’s page. This morning when I saw this photo, I thought: “Wow, I wonder who else went … Continue reading
When I saw the photo prompt this week, several threads came to me. However, today, as I cleaned my deck and reflected on this day thirteen years ago, this story took root and had to be written. In remembrance of … Continue reading


