Archive for Stories
April 27, 2013 at 9:57 am · Filed under Mostly true, Poems ·Tagged aging, death, exercise, walking
I wrote this yesterday while taking one of my frequent walks. Well, actually, I just thought it up while walking, and wrote it when I got home. The portrayed visit and watching the people actually took place when I was in my late thirties, and the image and thoughts it stirred in me have remained for all these years. Read the rest of this entry »
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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 »
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April 23, 2013 at 1:34 pm · Filed under Bad Stuff, Dark Side, Poems, Politics, Uncategorized ·Tagged bombings, explosions, knifings, No place to hide, shootings, terrorism
I wrote this last Friday, but decided the introduction to it was a better write, so I wound up posting it (the introduction), in the form of the poem, Right or Wrong. Read the rest of this entry »
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April 19, 2013 at 11:27 am · Filed under Bad Stuff, Dark Side, Family, Stories ·Tagged baggage, evil, forgiveness, love
I firmly believe that all the things I’ve been through have combined to make me into who I am. Some of those things were bad, some were good, and some just were. I had no choice about most things until I was eighteen and could set out on my own, but even then I was never truly in control. There were demons that would not let me be. Read the rest of this entry »
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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 »
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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 »
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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 »
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April 12, 2013 at 8:07 am · Filed under Family, Good stuff, Mostly true, Poems, the good old days ·Tagged anniversary, first date, God, good old days, I hope that's her, love, poetry, Sherry, song
In the spring of 1995, I was just winding down from a period in my life when I had severely tested the boundaries between right and wrong. I look back on those days and wonder how I survived, much less became the somewhat decent man I am. I credit God for both, but he has a co-star in the latter; Read the rest of this entry »
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April 11, 2013 at 11:06 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, fun stuff, Mostly true, Stories ·Tagged convenience store, funny, humor, laughter, service station, slow leak, story, tires
Sometimes the strangest things pop into my mind. This morning—from where it came, I can’t say—I thought of the old pumps we used to use to air up our bicycle tires, basketballs, footballs, and the like. Read the rest of this entry »
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April 6, 2013 at 7:07 pm · Filed under Family, fun stuff, Poems, Random Thoughts, Some truth to it ·Tagged at a loss for words, Dallas Cowboys, Dandy Don Merideth, family, good old days, humor, Ken stories, little brother, little brother stories, star-struck
Y’all might have noticed, I love telling stories about my little brother, Ken. This one is about Ken’s encounter with a celebrity; he’s always been kind of the star-struck sort, and as you will see, he is, at times, at a loss for words. (NOT!) Read the rest of this entry »
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