Marney had been prattling on for what seemed like hours, and I was only half listening, until she said something that caused me to rise up on one elbow and stare at her. One of my eyes was closed—squinting into the sun—causing her to appear as though she were surrounded by a hazy halo; behind her, the trees of Elkin’s woods framed the moment. Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for Mostly fiction
A Lemon Bar Sunset
May 17, 2013 at 8:24 am · Filed under Mostly fiction, Stories ·Tagged bridges, lemon bar sunset, lost love, sunsets, young love
Somehow Somber
May 3, 2013 at 1:25 pm · Filed under Dark Side, Mostly fiction, Poems, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged dark clouds, death, glint, grief, lazy, perspective, rain, somber, static, trinket
It’s Friday, and Kellie Elmore finally posted the prompt for this week’s Free Write Friday. She thought maybe we could write something using the following words: lazy – rain – perspective – glint – somber – trinket – static. I gave it a shot. Read the rest of this entry »
Caged
April 26, 2013 at 9:22 am · Filed under Bad Stuff, Crazy stuff, Mostly fiction, Stories ·Tagged birds, caged, equality, Fairness, freedom
Many times, when Kellie Elmore puts her Free Write Friday prompt up, I look at it and draw a blank. Usually, after I think on it for a bit, I come up with an idea and write a brief story about the picture or word prompt she’s offered. Today, I needed no time to think about it; I took one look at the picture, and immediately began to write. Enjoy? Read the rest of this entry »
A Rainbow in the Dark
April 16, 2013 at 8:32 am · Filed under Bad Stuff, Good stuff, Mostly fiction, Poems, Some truth to it ·Tagged family, love, Peace, poem, rainbow in the dark, rainbows, story
I posted a story version of this on Saturday, but here’s the original poem—one of many I’ve written for Sherry. She’s been my inspiration and number one fan for 18 wonderful years. I’m a lucky, lucky man! Read the rest of this entry »
The Coyote In The Corner
April 13, 2013 at 9:13 pm · Filed under Crazy stuff, Dark Side, Mostly fiction, Poems ·Tagged basement bedroom, basements, kids, monsters, scarey stories, stuffed coyote, taxidermy
When we were kids, we spent a lot of time at our cousins’ houses. I remember one house where one of my cousins’ bedroom was in the basement. It was kind of spooky down there–in a fun kind of way–and I remember how we’d try to scare each other. The following story might be true, or maybe it’s just another one of my wild tales. You be the judge. Read the rest of this entry »
Like A Rainbow in the Dark
April 13, 2013 at 7:14 am · Filed under Bad Stuff, Good stuff, Mostly fiction, Some truth to it, Stories ·Tagged family, fear, love, Peace, Shelter, storms, story, the angry storm, torndoes
The wind roared as black clouds raced in, and we ran—your hand holding tight to mine—toward the shelter door in the backyard. I was not afraid, because… I was with you, and that is all that matters. Read the rest of this entry »
Zap-back For Jerks
April 3, 2013 at 10:03 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, funny stuff, Mostly fiction, Some truth to it, Stories, Weird stuff ·Tagged bad drivers, idiots, jerks, texting while driving, zap back
I had this idea one time while I was driving that with all the high-tech that’s available, we should be able to come up with a zap-back for jerks on the road. Not just jerks, but rude people and idiots too—you know, people texting or Read the rest of this entry »
We’re So Broke We Can’t Pay Attention
March 1, 2013 at 9:49 am · Filed under Inspiration, Mostly fiction, Stories ·Tagged blessings, God will provide, serendipity, worry
I’m somewhere between mad and tears as I push aside worn shirts looking for my suit. If there’s anything I hate more than going to these silly affairs, it’s wearing a suit and tie. That’s the reason for the mad—and I’ll get over it—but, as for the tears; well, as usual, it’s about money—as in the lack of same. We’re so broke we can’t pay attention. Read the rest of this entry »
The Story of Rob
February 16, 2013 at 9:08 am · Filed under Mostly fiction, Stories ·Tagged Bible, God, house, Job, loose adaptation, tornado
I knew this guy who was the epitome of what we like to call a good ol’ boy. His name was Rob, and he had a slew of kids; seven boys and three girls. Rob had one of the biggest ranches in central Texas; over seven thousand sheep, three thousand head of cattle, five hundred horses, five hundred female miniature donkeys (go figure), and a historic old farmhouse that had seen better days. Read the rest of this entry »
Riding the Tilt-A-Hurl
February 8, 2013 at 9:06 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, funny stuff, Mostly fiction, Stories ·Tagged allure, bare, conjure, corn dogs, county fairs, dream, opal, sheer, tilt-a-whirl, vague, whirl
Aunt Opal was a talker–fancied herself a writer as well, and thought writing letters to her local, state, and federal government representatives was good practice–and no one could accuse her of riding the fence (or carnival rides after a certain September night in 1961). If she didn’t see the merit in a person or thing she would say so, and there was never anything vague or left out when she expressed her opinion. Read the rest of this entry »
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