I’m thrilled to announce that my publisher, WDM Publishing, has released a collection of my speculative fiction … and this one is available from Amazon in PRINT as well as digital! *major happy dancing*

by Debbie Mumford
Audience: Fantasy | General Audience | Collection

Take a journey into the unexpected with these five short stories by Debbie Mumford.

In this collection you’ll discover an entrancing tale of a fantasy life cycle of a giant redwood (“Needle-Green”), a flash piece about a mean spirited bully (“Life’s a Bitch”), a moving story of a man’s desperate fight to save his identical twin (“The Tie That Binds”), a flash tale that will take us to the stars (“Stargazer”), and a steampunk story of a young woman’s strange compulsion (“To Dream of Flying”).

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Latest Release: NEEDLE-GREEN

I was challenged to write a short story from the point of view (POV) of a non-human protagonist. Needle-Green was the result. A couple of humans make a very minor appearance in the story, but the POV character is a mystical version of a redwood sapling. I fell in love with Needle-Green. I hope you will too!

by Debbie Mumford
Audience: Fantasy | General Audience | Short Story

Needle-Green, a redwood dryad who has made the leap from growing sprout to intelligent being, embarks on a journey to find the perfect place to put down permanent roots. Preferably far from the reach of interfering humans. Does such a sheltered refuge exist? Needle-Green hopes to discover that it does before s/he becomes too tall to walk the earth in anonymity.


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I’m thrilled to announce that my publisher, WDM Publishing, has released a collection of my historical fiction! *major happy dancing*

by Debbie Mumford
Historical Fiction | General Audience | Collection

From the struggle for women’s suffrage in the early 20th century (“Sisters in Suffrage”) to the Rocky Mountains of Colorado in the late 19th century (“Incident on the High Line”) to an account of the Cherokee Removal in the late 1830s (“The Trail Where We Cried”) and ending with a time-travel romance in 15th century Scotland (“Her Highland Laird”), this collection of three short stories and one novella will take you on a journey through history.

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First Release of 2017!

I’m really excited that my publisher, WDM Publishing, has released my first title for 2017! I hope you’ll enjoy reading Deep Dreaming. I had a lot of fun writing it 😀

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by Debbie Mumford
Audience: Historical Fantasy | General Audience | Short Story

Meredith has vivid dreams … of drowning in deep blue water, but she’s not unduly worried since she lives in St. Louis. When her father announces that he has accepted a prestigious position in Bermuda, she begins to wonder if her dreams have been precognitive. What will happen when she finds herself living on the edge of the deep?


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Prompt Openings: Mythology and Steampunk!

Stories often have blended starts. What if I put this together with that? What would happen? Would the result be interesting?

In the case of To Dream of Flying, I found an obscure reference to a Native American tribe of the Pacific Northwest who were rumored to be able to shapeshift … into thunderbirds! How cool is that?

Now, what if a member of that tribe was isolated, with no one to explain her abilities. Would she survive her transformation? The plot bunnies were multiplying.

Stir in the final element–what if I set the story in a steampunk world?–and Amelia Penfield of To Dream of Flying came to life!

AMELIA PENFIELD POURED TEA from a pretty rose patterned teapot, handed her father a cup, and then took a dainty sip from her own. Keeping her eyes downcast, she felt her cheeks warm, but not from the heat of the tea.

“I’m concerned, Father,” she said quietly. “I’ve been having very unusual dreams.” She paused, took another sip of tea before returning her cup to the table. Knotting her hands in her lap, she raised her eyes to meet her father’s gaze. “Of flying.”

Professor Herbert Penfield’s face drained of color, as she’d known it would. She knew the tales of her birth. Knew the circumstances that had led to her mother’s untimely death.

“Flying?” he asked, his voice choked. He cleared his throat, put aside his teacup, and leaned forward to study her. “Tell me.”

Her heart raced, throbbed in her ears as she’d heard the vast sea pound the shore in her dreams. A sound she’d never heard in life, hers having consisted of the sights and sounds of the booming—and very land-locked—city of Denver, Colorado. Closing her eyes, she sought calm. When she opened them again, she focused on her father, the solid rock of her life.

“In the dream,” she began, her voice barely more than a whisper, “I’m sitting on a cliff overlooking the ocean. At least, I suppose it to be an ocean—it’s a vast expanse of water, stretching to the horizon, with white-capped waves breaking against a sandy shore.” She paused, it was easier to puzzle about this vision of an ocean she’d never seen than to contemplate what came next. She picked up her cup, took another fortifying sip of lemon scented tea, felt the warmth slide down her throat and radiate through her body.

Replacing the cup, she continued. “Next, I rise,” she did so, “place my hands, palms together, over my head,” she fit action to words, “and then swing my arms down so that they’re straight out from my shoulders.” Acting it out, she faltered, her cheeks heating with embarrassment. She sank back to her seat on the pretty blue velvet divan.

“Yes,” encouraged her father. “Then what?” His cheeks remained pale, but excitement lit his eyes. Intellectual excitement tempered with concern.

“Why, then the inexplicable happens. I transform. Suddenly, I’m not a girl, but an enormous bird. I feel the wind pushing against my outstretched wings and I launch myself off that cliff to soar over the vastness of the ocean.” Her breath caught and she licked her lips. “You can’t imagine, Father. It’s the most amazing feeling. The freedom. The joy. The power.” She glanced at him and their gazes caught. “It’s breath-taking…and totally addictive.” She closed her eyes before whispering the final, terrifying words. “I want nothing more than to ascend the highest building and throw myself into the wind.”

Which was, of course, exactly what her poor mother had done.

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