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**Mending Broken Hearts**
Mending Broken Hearts: A Short Story
Mending broken hearts takes time. Even with time, there are no guarantees a heart will ever be truly healed.

**The Road Back**
The Road Back: A short story
A short story about hope, gratitude and family.
When tragedy strikes it can either bring out the best or worst in people.

Both available as Kindle Unlimited
 
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Put on the party hats!!!

It is the two year “bookiversary” of The Couponer’s Club Murder – Book #2 in an Oscar the Doxie Detective mystery series.

The Couponer's Club Murder

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XYTRWYR

Book #2 – The Couponer’s Club Murder was published on March 30, 2017. Hard to believe it has been two years already. This one was interesting to write. I wanted to incorporate some of the past “human” life of Oscar into this story. I think it is a bit more serious than Book #1, but still maintains Oscar’s fun personality.

If you haven’t yet, now is the time to read Book #2 in an Oscar the Doxie Detective mystery series. The Kindle edition is .99 cents through April, 2019.

Here’s your link to grab a copy: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XYTRWYR

“Glowing” reviews are always appreciated – thank you in advance.

 

Oscar the Doxie Detective SeriesShort fun light-hearted cozy mysteries you can probably read in an hour or so. Pour your favorite beverage, power up your e-reader, sit back and enjoy seeing the world through the eyes of Oscar the doxie detective. I’m guessing after reading this canine adventure, you’ll realize your own dog knows a lot more than you think.

The main mystery is solved in each book. You will enjoy the stories more if you read the books in order as some story lines thread from book to book.

Here’s a link to the series: The Oscar the Doxie Detective Mystery Series: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XYTRWYR

 

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The last couple of months we’ve been battling the flu and colds around our house. My writing has taken a hit, but last week I started creating a new story with the Short Story Challenge. (https://www.facebook.com/groupsshortstorychallengepublishinmarch/) The goal is to finish and publish our stories before March 31st.


In November I signed up for Kindle Unlimited on a special offer – 3 months for 99 cents. I read over 100 books during those three months. Yep, that’s a lot of reading! My husband and I decided to eliminate TV for our lives so we’ve been reading instead.


During all that reading I started to analyze what I liked about the stories and what I didn’t. I thought about what attracted me to certain characters and why other characters were forgettable. I took lots of notes as I read. I’d say all this reading helped me hone and fine tune my own writing skills.
I didn’t renew my Kindle Unlimited – These next months I’m focusing on writing new books and marketing the books I’ve already written. Here’s a link to my Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Sharon-Michaels/e/B001K7V2K4


BUT if you read several books a month – here’s a link to Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited site – it is $9.99 a month and offers a large variety of reading materials – including magazines and audio. https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/hz/signup?

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Once upon a time…

That’s how I should begin my life story. My story is so extraordinary that sometimes even I can’t believe it really happened. I am a Christmas tree. I come from a long line of Blue Spruces. Mama called me Baby Blue for most of my life. My father, who was a towering twenty foot evergreen and ruler of the clan, simply called me son.

I remember the day, I guess I was about ten years old, when a team of men and women came with trucks and saws to our part of the forest. They searched for hours before they picked my father as the perfect tree to grace the Blue Room of White House as America’s Christmas tree. The family was so proud that we were actually dropping our pine cones with excitement. Every Blue Spruce dreams of growing up and being given such a distinguished honor.

Flash Fiction FridayAs the years passed, the evergreens around me kept growing taller and taller and fuller and fuller. For some reason, I seemed to stay the same. I was shorter and scrawnier than my brothers and sisters. My mother told me not to worry. “Not everyone has room for a big Christmas tree,” she’d lovingly say patting my top branches.

I know her words were supposed to be encouraging, but I felt like I was letting my clan down. I began to doubt my purpose in life. What if I no one ever picked me to be their Christmas tree, what would I do?

About seven years after dad went to the White House, some workers dressed like Santa’s elves drove large trucks in to our forest. This time they started cutting all the Blue Spruces that would become the Christmas trees in living rooms and buildings around the country. It was an exciting day – the day we were born for. I stood in my spot and waited to be cut. Instead, I waved good bye to my brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles and cousins. I cried a little when my mother touched my branches for the last time. “I love you Baby Blue,” she choked back tears as she was driven away with the other Spruces.

I waited for the truck to return. I figured the truck must have been too full to load me too. The truck never came back.

I looked around and could see fallen branches and drying up pine cones on the ground. For as far as I could see, there was empty space. For the first time ever I could see from one end of the forest to the other. All the Blue Spruces were gone, except for me. I was alone – standing in the middle of the forest by myself.

I tried to be brave. I tried not to cry. I tried to be positive and optimistic like mom taught me. When the squirrels, mice and deer came to the field and started sniffing around, I stood as tall as I could. I wanted them to know I was a proud and mighty Blue Spruce. Some of them pointed at me and laughed. One group of rude squirrels gathered in my branches and sneered, “You must be a real loser if they took all the other trees and left you.” I stood as tall as I could and I didn’t let them see my hurt.

After days of being taunted by the animals, my branches began to droop. I shivered when it started to snow. I missed having my family around me for warmth, comfort and encouragement. I have to admit, I was giving up hope of ever being someone’s Christmas tree. Maybe I really was a loser like they said.

Then it happened! I remember every detail. The sky had been gloomy with gray clouds bursting with heavy wet snow. I bet there was at least ten or twelve inches of the white stuff on the ground all around me. Only the top half of my branches were peeking out by the time the last rays of light melted into the darkness. As cold and lonely as I felt, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t last until the spring thaw.

About midnight, I heard jingle bells in the distance. I was confused. Why would there be bells in the middle of the forest so late at night? Then, the full moon peeked out from behind the clouds and I saw them – there were reindeer up in the sky heading my way. At first I thought I must be dreaming. Then the huge sleigh led by a reindeer with a shiny red nose kept coming closer and closer until it stopped right in front of me.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Santa Claus laughed, “I’ve found the perfect tree for my sleigh this Christmas eve.”

What! Could this really be happening?

“Well little Baby Blue,” Santa said, getting out of the sleigh and shaking the snow off my branches, “are you ready to visit all the boys and girls and help me deliver presents?”

“Yes sir!” I shouted in my most confident voice.

With a wave of his hand, Santa had my branches shinning in bright red and green lights. Beautiful tinsel and garland adorned me from top to bottom. I was now Santa’s Christmas tree.

The reindeer, Santa Claus and I traveled the world that night. I was bringing joy and happiness to so many people all over the world. I even got to wave at my mother and relatives as we stopped by the houses where they too were beautifully decorated for the holidays. My mother beamed with pride.

Today I live permanently at the North Pole with Mr. and Mrs. Claus. I guess I must be the happiest Blue Spruce on earth!

Moral of the story: Believe in yourself and never give up hope that your life has value, meaning and purpose. Trust that you have the power to make a positive difference in the lives of others.
sharon
 
 
 
 
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This is a work of fiction.

None of it is real. All names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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