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About me - Maureen Bordelon

I fell in lust with writing when I was a senior in high school. Fortunately, I had an exceptional teacher, who both inspired and rewarded creativity. That inspiration continues to this day.

I raise Quarter Horses in rural Texas. Horses are my first love and

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Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Pets: 3 of 8
After what seemed an excruciating long time saying our good byes to Charles, safely ensconced in the Rolls, we rolled out of the parking lot. We chatted about various topics easily, as if we had known each other and been close since childhood. Feeling both anxious and excited, I really couldn't believe that I was driving down... More..
Pets & Animals > Horses (Other) Horse facts for kids: 3 of 8
My life has been filled with horses for over forty years. Throughout the years, I've discovered there is always another hidden jewel of wisdom to learn about these unique creatures. Every day spent amongst horses illuminates a door and I relish each new dawn of discovery.Here are some fun facts for kids or for adults who have... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The red velvet scarf: 2 of 5
Her heart lurched as she picked up the red scarf from her cedar chest. Tattered, torn, the edges singed, it was the last remnant. The distant memory, faded, but alive, awoke with clarity from the silken feel of velvet now entwined in her fingers. Forty years had passed since that day in 1968, but it seemed as if it were yeste... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Small-town living: 13 of 32
I was raised in the big wicked city, but a country girl at heart. Having horses in an urban area is an expensive proposition, so my husband and I, both of, er, middle age, actively sought our dream retirement place. The property needed to have at least twenty acres for our three horses, a nice house although nothing really ex... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Consequences: 18 of 41
"Shuck off those wet clothes," she ordered quickly.After the scary, frantic swim in the river, the woman knew the clock was ticking. The seedy, ten dollar an hour motel room they'd prepaid was a haven of last resort. After meeting the man before her at the Shoreline Grill, she debated on a quick exit from the room or to do he... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Food: 62 of 139
My family is from South Louisiana, we're Cajuns. Cajuns are usually good cooks, right? They relish food and drink, making sure everyone gets enough to eat. My grandmother was an excellent cook and handed her culinary skills down to her daughter and so on. Unfortunately, my three sisters inherited the trait, I did not. At best... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Writing while inebriated: 10 of 21
I have a girlfriend that when heavy in her cups, her fingers do the walking. As for myself, I tend to write brilliant epic tomes, making Tolstoy look like the garden variety hack. In the harsh glare of the morning after, accompanied by the staccato rhythm of pounding behind my dry eyes, the shining brilliance of my words the ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A dog's perspective on life: 17 of 35
"Hold still, hold still, hold still, HOLD STILL! I'm almost done.""OUCH!"The intoxicating scent was so alluring, I couldn't control myself. I wish he wouldn't kick me away, my ribs ache for two days. If that man would just cooperate, maybe I wouldn't feel the need to mount his leg so often. His smell reminds me of that Heeler... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Domestic violence: 23 of 47
She sat on the edge of her empty king sized bed, the table lamp still glowing from the previous night, wondering how it all happened. Her head was throbbing, one eye swollen shut with bruises she had yet seen in the mirror. It hurt to take a breath and she wondered if that's what it felt like to have broken ribs. Wendy had ye... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Workplace humor: 11 of 22
Years ago, I thought I had lost my mind when I agreed to switch careers. Rather than jockeying a desk, I chose to sell our product line direct to our clientele. The title given was Marketing Manager, but what it entailed was logging eighty thousand miles a year in a scrapheap called a company car, tracking down an overabundan... More..