Tanara McCauley

Culturally Imagined Stories

Tag: truth

  • Angel with a Gun – Truth or Fiction Story 7

    We’ve reached the last installment of Truth or Fiction Tuesdays! If you’re new to the series and would like to participate in the giveaway click here for more information. Angel with a Gun “Don’t worry, okay,” Kenny said, “Rod knows what he’s doing. We’ve done it before.” Sienna threw him a sideways glance then looked again […]

  • Newly Wed and Hostile – Truth or Fiction Story 5

    It’s Truth or Fiction Tuesday! To be eligible to win the $25 Amazon gift card remember to cast your vote using the comments box. For detailed instructions click here. Don’t do it! Wisdom called to Tina like a patient friend, and other relevant sayings joined the chorus: “Two wrongs don’t make a right. Be the bigger […]

  • The Atheists, The Agnostic, and The Not Even Sunday Christian – Truth or Fiction Story 3

    It’s Truth or Fiction Tuesday! To be eligible to win the $25 Amazon gift card remember to cast your vote using the comments box. For detailed instructions click here. We sat there–bellied up to the bar no less–debating about the Bible. The modest pub was a sectioned-off box connected to a restaurant, and it was ours for the night. Different motives […]

  • Truth or Fiction Story 1 – Eyewitness Testimony

    It’s Truth or Fiction Tuesday! Just a few reminders: To be eligible to win the $25 USD Amazon gift e-card giveaway, you must comment whether you think the story is true or fiction in the REPLY/COMMENTS section. You also earn extra entries when you share the link on your Facebook, Twitter, or Pinterest, and note in […]

  • Truth or Fiction Tuesdays, With a Giveaway on the Side

    It’s almost time!!! A couple of weeks ago I posted about upcoming fiction blogging. As promised, the first two chapters of my debut novel were posted here for little over a week, but have since been removed in order to comply with the rules of an upcoming contest I intend to enter. But no worries. […]

  • A Classic Wreck

    It all started in a ’77 faded red Buick Skylark. The engine was stellar, the white leather seats unmarred, and the driver a young eighteen-year-old version of clueless personified: me. There I sat behind the wheel on a humid summer morning, cruising backwards country roads on my way to work. Windows down, warm air slapping at my face, and […]