The Death of a Beautiful Woman


I fell in love with Edgar Allan Poe in high school. We had to read something by him so I chose the poem, Annabel Lee. Afterwards, there was no turning back. There is something beautiful and hypnotic about his writing that will transcend you to a higher place. Maybe this is why I love to listen to crashing waves.

Poe’s quote, “The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world,” reinforces my love for Annabel Lee. What is your favorite EAP poem?

Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allan Poe

(Published 1849)

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;–

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and I was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love–

I and my Annabel Lee–

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud by night

Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me:–

Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling

And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we–

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:–

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea–

In her tomb by the side of the sea.


Bewitched by JK Candlen – Weekend Writing Warriors #17 May 17, 2015

It’s the weekend and here is the next snippet from my story, Bewitched. Enjoy?


She looked up and glared at him. Her mind worked furiously on a story but couldn’t come up with anything. Which one had she already told him? Carol couldn’t remember. There were so many that the manipulations were getting mottled in her mind. Sometimes even she couldn’t tell what was true and what was fiction.

“I don’t have it,” was all Carol could come up with.


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Bewitched by JK Candlen – Weekend Writing Warriors #16 May 3, 2015

Here are the next 8 sentences of my story, Bewitched. I hope you enjoy it. And don’t forget to check out my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors. A good read is only a click away.


“Did you bring it?” the raspy voice said from behind.

Carol turned to face the man and studied the slitty eyes peering from behind the ski mask. So the bastard came. His expression was detached, it wasn’t what she wanted to see. He won’t be fooled, not this time. But she needed what he had and would tell him anything to get it.

She glanced down at her sneakers again. God help her, the smudge was still there.



“Hey, you won’t believe what just walked in,” Donna said as she leaned to the left to get a better view.

“Oh, you mean Ares Stoner?” Bev said nonchalantly.

“Isn’t he the new police chief?” Val asked standing up looking above the crowd toward the front door.

“Yes he is. And rumor has it, he’s Iris’s Boo.” Lauren piped in. She picked up a menu and hid behind it to avoid Iris’s disparaging look.

All eyes turned to Iris. The woman, who proclaimed herself single for life, now had the most wanted man in town chasing after her.

“Tell us everything, Iris, especially the sexy parts. Don’t leave anything out.” Lauren looked over her menu and wiggled her brows.

“There’s nothing to tell, he’s a friend of Rick’s,” Iris said. Bev rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Iris shifted her weight from one side of the chair to the other. She was feeling uncomfortable the way the girls were grilling her and the looks Ares was sending, didn’t help. Where was the uneasiness coming from? Iris never had a problem dealing with unwanted interests from a man before. Maybe that’s what made her feel so odd. She didn’t consider them unwanted coming from Ares.

Damn the potion. If it wasn’t for Bev’s meddling, she would have gone out with him. Iris couldn’t determine if Ares’s interest was true or lingering effects. Aunt Alice said it wasn’t a love potion and Zelda agreed. So what was it?

“Ladies, compliments of Chief Stoner,” Tobie said as he placed the open bottle of Zinfandel and glasses on the table. All the girls turned to look at Ares. He lifted his beer in a toast.

“So, there’s nothing to tell,” Val said picking up the bottle and started to pour.

“He’s just being nice. So, who wants to play darts?” Iris stood up trying to change the subject.

When and Where to Write


Many writers have rituals for their writing. Some choose to wait for the right time but at least for me, if I waited for the stars to align, I would never put down a word. It can be hard to get the creative juices flowing and I found the best way is to just sit down and start. I may not have anything in mind, but once in front of the keyboard, I tap.

An easier choice is where to write. My favorite spots to spin tales are on the front porch, in the back yard, or sitting in a coffee shop. I love sipping a cup of something hot and people watch. There is so much material out there, like listening to conversations or what people are wearing.

The main character in my story, Bewitched, started to take shape on a trip back from California when I traveled by train. I sat in the observation car where I watched my train mates and came across a woman who was my protagonist. She dressed and acted the way I imagined Iris would.

So next time you find yourself being observed by someone behind a laptop, watch out, you may find yourself in a story where murder and mayhem swirls about.

Bewitched by JK Candlen – Weekend Writing Warriors #15 April 26, 2015


Bewitched by JK Candlen

Things have been hectic and I missed last Sunday, but I’m back. So as a treat, I’m giving you a double dose of snippets today. Last time Carol was confronted by her inner demons. They are a jovial group reminding Carol her life is not right. She tries to ignore them but they are always there in her peripheral.

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     Carol started to pace, she was tired of waiting. Where was he? A curse slipped over her lips and she was getting madder by the minute. She had better things to do and it was he that needed her. No, that wasn’t right. Carol needed something from him.

    Ring, ring, ring. The bright noise startled Carol, but she chuckled to herself when she realized it was her cell phone.

    Why was she so jumpy? It was probably just Frank. She knew he would be calling her eventually wondering where she was. An icy smile crept onto her face thinking about the lie she would tell him this time. He was so gullible and would believe anything.

     She pulled the phone out of her pocket and looked at it. Iris? Why would she be calling her at this time of night? She ignored the call.

Vicarious Vacations


We like and comment on our friend’s pictures posted on Facebook, retweet and favor them on Twitter. But are we living our lives vicariously through social media?

Some would say yes. And the more and more I think about it, they may be right. The past week I’ve been vacationing in New Orleans with 2 friends. I’ve eaten at the finest restaurants the city has to offer, walked the streets of the garden district and enjoyed the delights of the French Quarter. I am having a wonderful time and I never left my hometown.

But I’m just as guilty of doing the same thing when I’m on vacation. I want my friends to come along with me and enjoy the sites my traveling takes me.

Here are a few pictures of a recent vacation to California when I visited 2 of my brothers. So come along and enjoy the sites.

Japanese Tea Gardens in San Francisco

Jap tea garden 3

Jap tea garden 2

Jap tea garden 4Jap tea garden