Ruth Newell, Writer / Author

HotFlashFiction: Romantic Vignettes

2016-09-05T08:52:00.000-04:00

My HotFlashFiction series has been compiled into a book that's on FREE promotion today and tomorrow. You can read it on most any device using the free Kindle app. Ratings and reviews on Amazon would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

Tales of Half Truths: A Collection of Short Stories

2016-06-26T17:17:00.000-04:00

Tales of Half Truths is a collection of fifteen short quick-read stories, spanning the gamut of human emotions and literary genres, spinning the reader through the centuries, from the Sultan's harem to Solomon's great temple, past the Taos Pueblo revolt to the sniper corps hiding in the bush at Vietnam. All fifteen shorts are available as singles, as well.

New E Books Pertaining to Alzheimer's Now Available

2016-06-26T17:10:00.002-04:00

I've got two companion books pertaining to Alzheimer's now uploaded to Amazon's Kindle Platform.

We Aren't Dead Yet: A Mother Daughter Late Life Adventure is a witty and moving fictionalized semi autobiographical book following the relationship between a middle aged daughter and her elderly mother when they unexpectedly find themselves living together after a 40 year hiatus.

After decades apart, the daughter chooses to remain to help her mother when, during an impromptu visit, she learns that her stepfather is in the late stages of Alzheimer’s. Over time, both women are transformed by their new relationship, and by the humor that sustains them during difficult times. They both learn to live their lives without the men they love and as self encouragement, they adopt the motto, “We aren’t dead yet!” They make a bucket list, along with a hubbahubba wall of sexy senior clebs cut out from the mother’s AARP magazine. We Aren’t Dead Yet begins with the daughter adjusting to life in a senior community, and ends with the two women traveling north in an RV to bury the man they loved.

Diary of a Daughter: A Family's Path through Alzheimer's is an autobiographical journey of a middle aged daughter becoming the caregiver for her step father who suffers from Alzheimer's. Not always on the best of terms, the two find forgiveness and love through the broken shards of his shattered mind.

See (and surf) SoCal's sand dunes | San Diego Reader

2015-10-17T16:38:00.001-04:00

See (and surf) SoCal's sand dunes | San Diego Reader

HotFlashFiction

2015-10-02T22:18:00.001-04:00

Romantic Vignettes

The bald eagle flew through a hole in the sky. Then, all went black.

The newlyweds had been watching the sky froth and boil all morning. By noontime, there were just a few patches of blue sky visible. The sun had already been swallowed by a curling wispy finger, but bright streaks of light pierced through the openings, striking the distant mountains. Only, now those last few windows were rapidly closing. In panic, they gasped as first one, then another filled in until there wasn't anything but a dark, thick undulating cloud mass.

HotFlashFiction

2015-09-02T17:43:00.000-04:00

Romantic Vignettes

She looked into my eyes, asking me to forgive her for the choice she was making, begging me to understand. Only, at the time, I didn't--I couldn't. All I knew was that I saw my life flying over that cliff along with her. I had no choice other than to follow.

HotFlashFiction

2015-09-01T14:07:00.002-04:00

Romantic Vignettes and Titillating Tales

Silhouetted in the rose mist of sunset, the couple stood in waist deep water, braced against the waves. Holding one another's faces, they kissed with youthful passion. Only, they weren't young, and had thought their passion spent.

HotFlashFiction

2015-09-01T13:59:00.002-04:00

Romantic Vignettes and Titillating Tales

Jonni liked lace. Lace and serious wrist flounces, and collar ruffles, too, as if she were a foppish darned and darted dandy. You'd think she'd have it in for velvet jackets, but she preferred leather. Silk embroidered shoes, though, she couldn't resist. You'd have thought, too, that she wore her hair in a raised pompadour, sculpted into a cresting wave peaking ten inches off her forehead. But, alas, she was shorn to the scalp and, frankly, liked it that way.

Grab a Bit of Romance this Weekend--

2015-08-08T12:27:00.003-04:00

My romance stories are on promotion tomorrow--check 'em out and feel free to leave reviews up on my Amazon Author's page. They are short short stories and can generally be read in under 30 minutes. Also, you can FOLLOW me on Amazon. Thanks.

HotFlashFiction

2015-08-04T10:05:00.002-04:00

Romantic Vignettes and Titillating Tales

"I like a woman's laugh." Marty volunteered.

"Her laugh?" jeered Bill.

Zack had asked what they had all favored about women and there had been the gamut of typical responses: ass, legs, tits, eyes. But, for Marty it had always been her laugh.

"Yes," he justified flatly. "It jacks me to no end to see that I please my woman."

There was little they could say to that, not when all their answers had been superficial features that pleased them. Not when they all knew he was right. What man didn't want to please women. In fact, wasn't that the exact reason that half of their friends had left their wives over the last decade? Because they had come to feel that they no longer pleased her?

Marty wasn't meaning to somber the jovial mood. It wasn't often the old gang got together anymore, what with the kids and jobs and all. They had taken the weekend to climb Mt Washington and were now resting on the crest of the summit gazing over the mountains and valleys towards the northern horizon, their packs tumbled off their backs into a heap.

Hot Flash Fiction: Romantic Vignettes

2015-07-27T12:41:00.001-04:00

Antoinette swung in a hammock strung precariously close to the ledge of Juniper Canyon, a deep palmed crevice abutting the family estate. She gazed down the valley towards the Tijuana Sloughs, twirling a strand of loopy hair around her finger, while dangling one of her favored Mudd Levy's by a toe. The faded brown and blue plaid she knew derived from Clan Gordon's formal tartan. She knew, too, that the burly blokes supported Wallace, as well as The Bruce, when he finally came...

Home Depot Gigolo

2015-07-26T12:59:00.000-04:00

Hot Flash Fiction: Romantic Vignettes

9 mins ·

"Are you sure it's not some sort of theft protection program you've got going on here?" Jen asked the managers clustered together at the kitchen design center. They stared at one another, then back at her, blankly.

"Not at all," said one of them, frowning.

The man seemed offended by her suggestion that Home Depot was now using men, posing as gigolos, to prevent housewives from pocketing paintbrushes and other small items into their purses.

HotFlashFiction: Romantic Vignettes and Other Titillating Tales

2015-07-25T18:41:00.000-04:00

Short steamy, sultry, sad and insane stories about love and those entangled in it.

It's a Great Weekend to Read Some Short Shorts!

2015-07-25T08:41:00.000-04:00

Just sending out a friendly reminder that lots of my shorts, (under 30 minute fictional stories), are on free promotion at Amazon this weekend. I'd appreciate some reviews! Thanks for supporting an indie author.

Poetry by Ruth Newell currently on FREE promotion! Reviews on my Amazon author's page would be greatly appreciated.

2015-07-23T16:40:00.001-04:00

The Sultan's Vizier:

2015-07-13T20:25:00.000-04:00

A Short Story (Tales of Half Truths Collection Book 13)

Taken from his homeland by raiding Tartars to pay the Khan's blood tax, seven year old Pasa Bajica was enslaved and forcibly recruited into the Sultan's Janissary Corps. As an old man, he had outlived two sultan's and was now serving as Suleiman's adviser. Weighted by knowledge and by experience, he becomes a man verging on revolution when Suleiman takes his sons into battle. Rizayya, Sultanas of the Eastern Empire, devises a brutal strategy in effort to save her people from destruction at the hands of the advancing Ottoman army. In the Sultan's absence, the fearless Lieutenant Stephen Decatur out wits a nest of slave-catching pirates and leads the American fleet to attack Suleiman's fortresses throughout the Mediterranean.

Romantic Vignettes and Other Titillating Tales

2015-07-04T13:21:00.000-04:00

HotFlashFiction

Cataclysm: A Short Story from the Tales of Half Truths Collection

2014-09-11T09:39:00.000-04:00

Cataclysm: A Short Story (Tales of Half Truths Collection Book 12) [Kindle Edition]

Ruth Newell (Author)

Stepping Stones: A Short Story from the Tales of Half Truths Collection

2014-09-11T09:35:00.000-04:00

Stepping Stones: A Short Story (The Tales of Half Truths Book 11) [Kindle Edition]

Ruth Newell (Author)

Shooting Star: A Short Story from the Tales of Half Truths Collection

2014-09-11T09:32:00.000-04:00

Shooting Stars: A Short Story (The Tales of Half Truths Collection Book 10) [Kindle Edition]

Ruth Newell (Author)

When War Doesn't Work and Conscientious Objection Isn't Enough, Ask the Whales

2014-08-24T13:26:00.002-04:00

“We, who have seen war, will never stop seeing it.” Journalist Joe Galloway wrote those words in his bestseller, We Are Soldiers Still. He’s right, as anyone who’s been on a battlefield can attest. The men, the women, and the children.

I was a child during the Vietnam War. Having been raised by my stoutly Catholic grandmother, I recall kneeling during the death toll posted in scrolling text at the end of the seven o’clock news. Had I not been made to kneel in recognition of those fallen, I--being so young and comparatively sheltered otherwise—may not have been aware until years later, when the books final came off the press and the films eventually, yet inevitably, hit theaters.

ESSAY--Pistol Packin' Mamas: WWII's Forgotten Pilots

2014-07-24T11:06:00.000-04:00

Ever since the invention of the airplane in 1903, civilian pilots have volunteered their skills during wartime. With American barnstormers enlisting as mercenaries in armed conflicts all over the world, the daring maneuvers devised by those flying circus performers influenced modern warfare. Takes some kind of crazy to be a fighting flyer, especially one operating in the early developmental stages of aircraft. But, then, not every bi-winged aviator joined the foreign frays just for the thrills. Some did it, because it was the only way they could fly.