Posts Tagged story
July 4, 2017 at 7:30 am · Filed under Random Thoughts, Some truth to it, the good old days ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, freedom, getting air, riding bikes, story, summer vacation, vacant lots, what is freedom, writer
Are we free? Do we even know what freedom is? It seems to be a fleeting thing; disappearing as we punch the clock, or slide into our seat for first period, on Monday morning. So many times, we feel trapped by our circumstances, and too often we ask ourselves, “Am I really free?” Freedom is a state of mind, and there are times we soar like eagles lifted by the winds of happiness, and then there are times we come crashing to earth in the throes of a life that is sometimes cruel. Freedom… sometimes we just have to race full-tilt toward it, jerk back on the handlebars and let it lift us into the air. Being able to do that, my friends… is pure freedom.
Freedom is a memory; a memory we can carry with us and relive when life seems hard or unfair. Freedom is a feeling like the feeling I had on that glorious Saturday morning—the first day of summer vacation:
Yes! In those precious moments I was free! Free from the rigors and trials of fifth grade, the screaming and crying at home, and from the very earth. In those few seconds, I felt a freedom that was complete and real, and I wished I could just keep on climbing into the sky and disappear forever.
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May 10, 2017 at 4:12 pm · Filed under fun stuff, Mostly true, Stories, Uncategorized ·Tagged Buckeye AZ, Charles L. Mashburn, do-lang do-lang do-lang, eighth grade dances, girls mature faster than boys, good old days, humor, oh the humanity, scared to death, story, the Chiffons, writer
The eighth grade dance! It was without a doubt an event every young boy awaited with a gut-twisting eager dread.
I grew up in the little town of Buckeye, Arizona, and by the time my pals and I reached the eighth grade we knew we liked girls, but weren’t sure why, or what we should do about it. Read the rest of this entry »
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June 10, 2016 at 7:43 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, fun stuff, Mostly true, Random Thoughts, Some truth to it ·Tagged author, celebration, Charles L. Mashburn, events, funny, good old days, humor, laughter, special recognition, story, Today day, today tomorrow, Unlike any other day, writer
By the powers not likely to be vested in me, I hereby declare this to be Today Day. Today will be dedicated and set 
aside to observe and celebrate the singular fact that Today is unlike any other day preceding it, or to come, and thus should receive special recognition and honor. Read the rest of this entry »
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January 13, 2016 at 7:16 am · Filed under Mostly fiction, Stories, the good old days ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, dying embers, Heroes, lone ranger, masks, story, tonto, writer
The Lone Ranger was one of my childhood heroes. Yes, it was fiction, but I loved to watch each week as he and his faithful companion, Tonto, led the fight for law and order in the early west. I believe they, and other TV heroes helped teach the children of that era to believe in, and stand up for, the good that exists in this country. We don’t have heroes like them today, and I think it shows. Read the rest of this entry »
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July 12, 2015 at 7:44 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, funny stuff, Mostly true, Stories, the good old days ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, futuristic, hotel, microwave, old tv shows, story, the jetsons
It’s sometimes funny what our first reaction is to something we see. The hotel we stayed in recently wasn’t the nicest we’ve stayed in, but it was convenient and clean, so no complaints. Read the rest of this entry »
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July 11, 2015 at 10:23 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, Mostly true, Stories ·Tagged Amarillo by mornin, Amarillo Texas, bus ride, Charles L. Mashburn, Interstate 40, middle of the night., Phoenix to amarillo, story, texas panhandle, wide open spaces
While on my morning 3.5 mile stroll, I stopped for a moment to marvel at this view, then took a picture of it. It brought to mind a story I wrote some years ago about a bus ride I took from Phoenix to Amarillo when I was a youngster. If you’d like to read the story, click on the title below. If not, have a great weekend and enjoy the view wherever you are!
Amarillo By Mornin’
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March 28, 2015 at 7:15 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, Family, Mostly fiction, Some truth to it, Stories, the good old days, Weird stuff ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, chased the dog, cool, cool as in cat, cool cat, Dockers the dog, doggie door, funny, got cats, humor, laughter, reeee reeee reeeee, story, weird little dog
Cat and dog lovers alike will enjoy this little story. It’s mostly true, too. Except, the cat doesn’t talk, and didn’t tell the story. Enjoy!
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March 7, 2015 at 9:11 am · Filed under Family, funny stuff, Mostly fiction, Stories ·Tagged author, family, fishing, humor, laughter, story, teach a man to fish, writer
I’m sure y’all have heard the saying, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make 
it drink.” Well, I have another one for you: “You can take a man to the lake, but you can’t teach him how to fish—if he won’t listen.” (I made up that last one after I spent a weekend with a couple of “tournament” fishermen one Fourth of July.) Read the rest of this entry »
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January 8, 2015 at 8:08 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, funny stuff, Random Thoughts ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, funny, hot and humid, humor, if it looks like a duck, if it quackss like a duck, it's probably a duck, laughter, story, temperature feels like, weather, writer
So… you ask a weather forecaster what the temperature is, and he/she walks outside to see what it “feels” like? Wouldn’t their estimation be skewed by what they’re wearing at the time? I mean… if it’s 25, and they walk out there wearing a swimsuit, THEN it’s definitely gonna FEEL LIKE 18! Read the rest of this entry »
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August 3, 2014 at 8:48 am · Filed under Crazy stuff, Dark Side, Mostly fiction, Stories, Weird stuff ·Tagged author, banana, beach, Charles L. Mashburn, coconut, http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/thursday-short-story-slam-week-7.html, jungle, monkey, story, toy, writer
White sands, like an endless field of tiny diamonds, sparkled in the early morning sun. Waves rushed in, with a gentle roar then hissed and, almost magically, vanished into the glistening white shore. Not far from the water’s edge, the jungle rose dark and dense, sunlight unable to penetrate the thick leaves and vines. Look closely and you might spot the path; an opening into the hidden depths of the tropical forest. Read the rest of this entry »
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