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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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Another weekly photo prompt (this week by Mary Shipman), and we’re off! Friday Fictioneers is the most addictive Flash Fiction challenge around. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our fearless leader. Check out her blog, Addicted to Purple to find more stories, and … Continue reading
I’m starting another week with an apology. I got back to Friday Fictioneers last week, relieved to finally be writing, and promising to read others, when I got back from Tel Aviv. My intentions were good. Really. But, our flight … Continue reading
It’s been weeks since I’ve been able to participate in Friday Fictioneers, and oh how I’ve missed it! Each week I see the prompt, and have had to leave it waiting. I knew I would not have time to reciprocate … Continue reading
Such great prompts the past few weeks, and I’ve been MIA! Life has thrown some serious curve balls, and I’m trying to keep them all in the air. I had to rally this week; loved the photo too much to … Continue reading
Scrambling to get my story in this week! This week’s photo is from Erin Leary, and I’m guessing this photo was taken not far from where I live. When I saw the it, on Wednesday, I knew just where I wanted … Continue reading
I missed last week, traveling home from Israel–– just too much to get it done! The Jet lag is still whipping me; hence the early entry. This week I’m continuing my last story–– a dystopian gloom prevails, prompted by a … Continue reading
The week started on a sad note, with the death of David Bowie. It has washed over me over and over, since hearing the news–– moments after his family announced it. The world is an infinitely more interesting place because … Continue reading
It’s been a crazy two weeks for me! Between the traveling (I’m in Israel, visiting my daughter and grandson), holidays and blur of gratitude blog stuff, I missed last week! If any of you would still like to join the Gratitude … Continue reading
This is what comes from staying up too late: you get your story in early! Woot, woot! Icing on that cake: I got to meet fellow Fictioneer, Erin Leary today! After months of trying to connect, we finally sat down … Continue reading
I’m not sure where this one comes from… but I looked at the photo, and a few minutes later, there were exactly 100 words. I cut three. “When the spirit moves you…” I’ve so missed my wonderful fellow Fictioneers, but … Continue reading


