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Month: December 2025

Tale Time Tuesday: A New Misty Story!

As S.M. Ulbrich, author of Discovering Misty: The Mermaid of the Emerald Coast and George and the Brave Eagle, I love diving into new storytelling adventures. Tale Time Tuesday is my way of sharing fresh tales right here on the blog, inspired by the magic of Misty’s world.

This week’s challenge? Drafting a brand-new Misty story between 2400-2500 words. Use the 4 prompts from the Storyteller cards the kids choose for me to use.

It’s a fun stretch for me, weaving in themes of courage, friendship, and hope—one word at a time.

Oh, and a quick update: I’m still working on my YouTube channel for story readings and behind-the-scenes peeks. It’s not quite ready yet—I’m taking so long to finish it because I want it to sparkle just right for you all!

In the meantime, enjoy this extended Misty adventure below. If you love it, check out Discovering Misty on Amazon or support George and the Brave Eagle via GoFundMe. Let’s spread hope one heart at a time!

Underwater Cave

Misty’s Deep Sea Challenge

Once upon a time, in the shimmering waters of the Emerald Coast, lived a brave little mermaid named Misty. Her tail sparkled like emeralds under the sun, and her long, flowing hair danced with the ocean currents. Misty loved exploring the coral reefs, making friends with colorful fish, and discovering hidden treasures. But today was different. Today, Misty faced her biggest challenge yet.

It all started on a sunny morning when Misty woke up in her cozy seashell bed. The water was warm, and beams of light pierced through the surface like golden arrows. “What a perfect day for an adventure!” Misty exclaimed, twirling in a circle. Her best friend, Finn the dolphin, swam by with a playful flip.

“Misty! Have you heard about the Deep Sea Challenge?” Finn asked, his eyes wide with excitement. “The wise old sea turtle, Grandpa Tortuga, is hosting it. It’s a quest to find the Lost Pearl of Courage, hidden in the deepest part of the ocean. Whoever finds it will bring bravery to all the sea creatures!”

Misty’s heart fluttered. She had always dreamed of proving her courage. As a mermaid inspired by the legendary performer Misty Joy from the human world above, she knew that true bravery came from within. But the deep sea? It was dark, mysterious, and full of unknown dangers like swirling whirlpools and shadowy creatures. “I want to try, Finn,” Misty said, her voice a mix of nerves and determination. “But I’ll need help. Will you come with me?”

“Of course!” Finn replied. “We’re a team, remember? Let’s gather some friends first.”

Together, they swam to the Coral Playground, where all the young sea creatures playedj. There was Shelly the shy seahorse, who could camouflage herself in a blink; Bubbles the bubbly clownfish, always ready for a laugh; and Spike the spiky pufferfish, who puffed up when scared but had a heart of gold.

“Friends!” Misty called out. “Grandpa Tortuga’s Deep Sea Challenge is on! We need to find the Lost Pearl of Courage. Who’s with us?”

Shelly peeked out from behind a coral branch. “Me? But I’m too small. What if I get lost?”

Bubbles giggled. “And what if we meet a grumpy shark? I’ll tell jokes to make him smile!”

Spike puffed up a little. “I’ll join, but only if we stick together. Safety in numbers!”

Misty smiled warmly. “That’s the spirit! We’ll face whatever comes our way, one fin at a time. Remember, courage isn’t about being fearless—it’s about swimming forward even when you’re scared.”

With their team assembled, they set off toward the edge of the reef, where the water grew cooler and the light dimmer. Grandpa Tortuga waited there, his ancient shell etched with maps of old adventures.

“Ah, young ones,” he rumbled. “The Lost Pearl lies in the Abyss Cave, guarded by trials of the heart. You must pass three challenges: the Whirlpool of Doubt, the Shadow Maze, and the Guardian’s Riddle. Only a true team can succeed.”

Misty nodded bravely. “We’re ready, Grandpa. Lead the way!”

The group dove deeper, the ocean floor dropping away like a vast blue canyon. Fish darted around them, whispering warnings. “Turn back! It’s too dangerous!” But Misty led on, her emerald tail glowing faintly in the fading light.

First came the Whirlpool of Doubt. It swirled like a giant funnel, pulling everything toward its center. “Hold on tight!” Misty shouted as the current tugged at them. Shelly clung to Finn’s fin, Bubbles spun in circles laughing nervously, and Spike inflated to twice his size.

“I can’t do this!” Shelly cried. “I’m not strong enough!”

Misty’s Home

Misty reached out a hand. “Yes, you are! Think of all the times you’ve hidden from danger—that’s your strength. We’re stronger together!”

Encouraged, Shelly used her camouflage to blend with the water, guiding the others through a hidden calm spot in the whirlpool. One by one, they slipped through, emerging breathless but triumphant.

“Woo-hoo! We did it!” Bubbles cheered. “That was like a wild water ride!”

Deeper they went, until the light vanished completely. Now they entered the Shadow Maze—a labyrinth of dark seaweed walls and echoing tunnels. Strange shadows lurked, whispering fears. “You’ll never find your way,” one hissed. “You’re lost forever.”

Finn shivered. “Misty, it’s so dark. How do we navigate?”

Misty thought of the stories she’d heard from the surface world, where humans like Misty Joy performed daring feats under bright lights. “We use our senses! Bubbles, your stripes glow a little—lead with that. Spike, puff up and feel the walls. Shelly, listen for echoes.”

Working as a team, they mapped the maze. Bubbles’ faint glow lit narrow paths, Spike’s spikes brushed against turns, and Shelly’s keen ears detected dead ends.

When a shadow monster—a tricky illusion—lunged at them, Misty sang a brave song: “Shadows fade when friends unite, courage shines in darkest night!” The illusion dissolved, and they found the exit.

“Two down, one to go!” Finn exclaimed. “You’re amazing, Misty!”

Finally, they reached the Abyss Cave, a glowing cavern filled with bioluminescent jellyfish. In the center sat the Guardian—a massive, wise octopus named Octavia, her tentacles swirling like living vines.

“Welcome, seekers,” Octavia boomed. “To claim the Lost Pearl, solve my riddle: I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?”

The friends puzzled. Shelly whispered, “An echo? It speaks without a mouth…”

“Yes!” Misty cried. “An echo!”

Octavia nodded approvingly. “Well done. But the true test is why you seek the pearl.”

Misty looked at her friends. “Not for glory, but to share courage with everyone. We’ve learned that challenges make us grow, and friends make us strong.”

Satisfied, Octavia revealed the pearl—a radiant orb pulsing with light. As Misty touched it, a wave of bravery spread through the ocean, lighting up the deep sea.

Back at the reef, Grandpa Tortuga praised them. “You’ve proven that courage is in every heart.”

From that day on, Misty and her friends shared tales of their adventure, inspiring all. And Misty knew: every challenge was a chance to shine.

(The End – Word count: 2487)

Word Prompts: bravery, whispering, surface, and camouflage

Undersea World

Whew, that was a fun dive into Misty’s world! Drafting this story reminded me of the resilience I’ve seen in my own life—as a foster mom to over 200 medically fragile children, a Scout leader hosting massive campouts, and a patriot coordinating Overpassers for USA rallies.

Stories like this one echo those experiences, showing how we can overcome doubts and fears together.

If this tale sparked joy for you or your little ones, grab Discovering Misty on Amazon for more mermaid magic, or support my next book via GoFundMe for George and the Brave Eagle. My blog just hit 500 visitors—thanks to you!

What’s your favorite part of Misty’s challenge? Comment below, and stay tuned for that YouTube channel—it’s coming soon, I promise. Spreading hope one heart at a time!

Navigating Grief During the Holidays: Finding Light in the Shadows

The holidays are often painted as a time of pure joy—twinkling lights, family gatherings, and cherished traditions. But for many, this season stirs deep sorrow. Grief doesn’t pause for celebrations; it can make empty chairs, familiar songs, and festive cheer feel like painful reminders of what’s missing.

Whether your loss comes from the death of a loved one, estrangement, divorce, health challenges, or even the family you wish you’d had, holiday grief is real and valid. Expectations of mandatory happiness, resurfacing memories, and cultural pressure for perfect togetherness can all amplify the ache.

“No Empty Chairs…”

The good news? You don’t have to force cheer or pretend everything’s fine. Grief and joy can coexist. Here are some gentle ways to care for yourself this season:

• Give yourself permission to feel. Cry if you need to, laugh if it comes naturally, or simply rest. No guilt required.

• Rethink traditions. Keep what comforts you, adapt what hurts, or skip altogether. Light a candle in memory, share a favorite story, or create something entirely new—like volunteering or a quiet day alone.

• Set kind boundaries. It’s okay to decline invitations, leave early, or ask for space from certain topics. Protect your energy.

• Speak your needs. Tell supportive people what helps: “This year is tough—let’s keep it low-key” or “I’d love to talk about them today.”

• Practice small self-care. Eat, rest, move, breathe. Honor your loved one through a donation, a special ornament, or playing their favorite music.

• Seek support if needed. Friends, grief groups, counselors, or online communities can lighten the load.

Christmas Dreams

If you’re supporting someone grieving, your presence matters most. Listen without trying to fix it. Acknowledge their pain. Offer specific help. Simply say, “I’m here for you.”

Grief changes the holidays, but it doesn’t erase meaning. In time, the sharp edges soften, and space opens for new warmth alongside the memories you carry.

The Magic of Christmas

This season, be gentle with yourself. Your feelings are valid, your love endures, and healing comes in its own quiet way.

Wishing you moments of peace amid the complexity. 🎄

Interesting Read…

timothyrberman.com/2025/12/23/scriptural-silence-the-case-for-a-divine-mother/

Got a New Story in the Works for Misty

Here’s a hint: creator.nightcafe.studio/creation/zBAvrLJOrSmtAFP2vjB5/a-fantastical-underwater-library-where-ancient-scrolls-and-glowing-orbs-rest-on-coral-shelves-school

Another 2nd Place Winner:

A Vintage Posture 

Prose Poem: Everything in its Place

Write a prose poem – a poem written in a paragraph instead of lines and stanzas. It doesn’t rhyme or follow a structure, but it should still feel poetic. Use strong images, emotions, or rhythm. Think of it like a poem hiding inside a short piece of prose. Any topic welcome.


At the edge of the house where the floorboards remember footsteps nobody has taken for years, I open a drawer and the silver breathes out–old coins, a ribbon that still smells like a summer that refuses to be current, a photograph folded at the corners like a paper harbor. 

Outside, rain argues with the gutters and the streetlight stitches a seam of gold across the pavement; inside, the kettle hums like a small confession, and I listen to its patience. 

Memory arrives in small increments: a button with a name on its back, a ticket stub curled like a fallen leaf, the stubborn geometry of a laugh that lived here once and left an echo in the molding. 

I press my palm to the glass of the window and learn the temperature of the night; the city exhales and I count the exhalations as if they were my own. 

There is a kind of making–of rooms from absence, of sentences from the hush between heartbeats–where grief becomes architecture, where longing becomes furniture you can sit on when noon is tired. 

I set things back, not to tidy the past but to give it posture, and the house agrees, folding itself around the small lit things, holding them as if they were keys.



A pro contest 
Prose Poem contest entry

A place for Everything and Everything in its place. 

Land of the Free, Because of the Brave

Land of the Free 

by S. M. Ulbrich

Tears stung Private Elena’s eyes as she knelt behind a crumbling wall, clutching her brother’s dog tags. The valley roared with the sounds of war, but her squad’s courage burned brighter. “For you, Miguel,” she choked, his sacrifice haunting her heart. The enemy surged, yet she rose, rifle trembling, driven by love for her fractured homeland. 

Bullets tore the air, but her resolve held firm. At dusk, the flag stood tall, stained with blood and hope. Elena sobbed, pride and grief entwined. This land, her home, was free–not by fate, but because of the brave who bled for it.

100 Word Flash Fiction contest entry. Recognized

Created With Nightcafe

Below is my Creation Listing for 2025. As you can see, I haven’t been using this tool very long, but I’m certainly enjoying it. The entries in the piece shows some of my books and yet-to-be published books of this year.

You can see Misty, the mermaid of the Emerald Coast, from my 2 children’s books of the same name. She’s chatting with 6-year-old George Washington and his buddy, the brave eagle.

Under that section, you’ll find the book cover for my Washington’s Fantastical Crossing, where he’s being watched by merfolk – I really hadn’t planned to write so many stories about merfolk!

The one at the bottom middle is part of my America’s Great Perfect Storm. The leopard and night-watchers are suggestive of Obama’s dream — more on that later.

The bottom left is from my YA speculative fiction, “The Covenant Fire”, a story about a team asked to locate and activate an ancient artifact, while avoiding the evil cabal chasing them to recover the artifact to use for their purposes. This artifact is meant to bring about the 2nd Resurrection and gather the Lost Ten Tribes.

“Pages Alight” is my forthcoming podcast on YouTube! Coming very soon.

creator.nightcafe.studio/creation/9P7SXN5m9VIVEBZ8XgHJ/my-2025-wrap

Thanks for reading!

Childhood Days in Louisiana

Happy Summer Days 

by S. M. Ulbrich

The good old days, a hazy glow,

When summers stretched and time moved slow.

We’d chase the sun through fields of green,

Laughter loud, the world unseen.

No screens to steal our fleeting gaze,

Just endless nights and carefree days.

The radio hummed, a simpler tune,

Beneath the stars, we’d dream the moon.

The Good Old Days contest entry
A prose in under 100 words or less.

Do You Know These Stories?

You probably notice that I often share picture books on this blog. That’s because I believe picture books are the most versatile, powerful and …

Do You Know These Stories?

Duke William – Acadian Remembrance Day

The story of the Duke William highlights the tragic fate of over 360 Acadians who perished during their deportation in December 1758. Amidst the …

Duke William – Acadian Remembrance Day