Random writing
Short Stories / April 2, 2015

I found this old piece of random writing while sifting through old paper work to purge and shred. I thought I would share this one. Sunday, June 04, 2000 7:17 AM The first thought that comes to his mind is the pain, and the blinding white light. Confused, not remembering where he is, all he knows is the white-hot pain that racks his body. Every nerve in his body is on fire. The pain fades as his mind reels and escapes back into unconscious. Though unconscious, a dream creeps slowly in. He feels large, larger than normal and yet, filled with power. He knows that he can move quickly, very quickly if need be. He can travel great distances without tiring. Turn faster than the rest. He can see vast area around him, all around him. His skin tingles with feelings that he can’t identify. There is something else, a sense that he is not alone. There is a feeling that there is someone with him, and this someone will never leave him. A feeling that someone wants to be his friend. This someone is trying to help, but having problems. He wonders what the problems are and if he can…

The Escape
Short Stories / May 30, 2013

The Escape He was in a group of other denim jacketed teenagers, as they passed by the window of the school.  I noticed, on several occasions, that this one, tall, long armed, blond haired, youth kept taking darting glances as he passed by. Class had been over for two hours when he returns alone.  He slowly comes out of the alley just north of the school.  He steps quickly and carefully so as to not step on any of the papers or cans that littered the sidewalk, and only an occasional scuffle could be heard from his black sneakers.  Hands in pants pockets, he walks down the street.  Glancing over his shoulder from time to time, he passes by the school, without looking in the window, and stops a couple of doors away to lean against the side of the building.  Back against the wall, just outside the light from the street lamp, right leg crossed over his left, and just looking up and down the street, acting casual but checking out the area.  The shade of his faded denim cloths allowed him to blend with the shadows.  He keeps this relaxed state for a couple of minutes then moves…

Bully
Short Stories / May 24, 2013

Bully ’”Hey beaver face, my pencil needs sharpened.  Come over here and chew on it for me and make it good and sharp again.  Ha Ha Ha.” Was the sound of trouble ringing down the hall. “Ron Crum and his gang of trouble makers.”  Thinking to myself.  “Thinking they own the school.  Where’s Canary?  Ron’s not so nasty when there’s a teacher around.  What a way to start a new class.  I’m here to learn how to draw houses and now I have to put up with him.”  Trying to get some other kid between Ron and myself.  “This isn’t going to be as much fun as I thought it was.” As the bell rings, the loud mouth with the leather jacket waits by the door.  As I start to pass, he bumps me into the edge of the doorway.  My left shoulder hits the door jamb.  Knocking my books from my hands.  I inhale sharply against the pain, and try to act as if nothing has happened.  While trying to pick up the scattered papers and books, Canary looks up from his desk.  I must be beat red in the face, as I hear the snickers from the other…

Lone Wolf
Short Stories / May 14, 2013

Note: This is a work of fiction. Something that simple sprang to mind. Lone Wolf With all her big brothers and sisters off to school, our ranch became a lonely place for our three-year-old daughter, Becky. She longed for playmates. Cattle and horses were too big to cuddle and farm machinery dangerous for a child so small. We promised to buy her a puppy, but in the meantime, “pretend” puppies popped up nearly every day. I had just finished washing the lunch dishes when the screen door slammed and Becky rushed in, cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mama!” she cried. “Come see my new doggy! I gave him water two times already. He’s so thirsty!” I sighed. Another of Becky’s imaginary dogs. “Please come, Mama.” She tugged at my jeans, her brown eyes pleading, “He’s crying–and he can’t walk!” “Can’t walk?” Now that was a twist. All her previous make-believe dogs could do marvelous things. One balanced a ball on the end of its nose. Another dug a hole that went all the way through the earth and fell out on a star on the other side. Still another danced on a tightrope. Why suddenly a dog that couldn’t walk? “All…

Life
Short Stories / April 9, 2013

Note: This is a work of fiction. Something that simple sprang to mind. Life In this modern time, people go about their daily lives and have forgotten, and can no longer acknowledge the one part of their world that makes it all possible.  They wake up to the blare of the alarm clock, then it is the hustle and bustle of getting ready for the day with showers, breakfast, getting dressed for either school or work.  The shouted questions and answers, the rumble of the car or bus, hum of the tires, and the clamor of the radio.  Clicking of computer keyboards, tapping of pencils, shuffling of feet and chairs.  Then home to the family and the arguments and fights, laughter and giggles.  Then to bed so that the next day it can start all over. My eyes opened to darkness.  Night would soon be replaced by the warmth and glow of the sun.  The all encompassing black of the night was broken up into shifting shadows of gray, black, and the silvery glow of the full moon.  The long dark shadows, of the trees across the ceiling, looking like cracks running across the top of a frozen winter lake. …

Inspired by a dream
Short Stories , Story ideas and snipets / February 21, 2013

Inspired by a friends dream —————————————           While visiting a friends house last evening, I was happy to discover that you lived next door! The house I was visiting had some older women living there and they were very in touch with nature and the energies around them. They knew you well and they knew your children. As we talked, they said that the kids were playing around back, with their kids and that if I wanted, you were probably around in the back, laying on a couch and I could go visit you. As I came around back, it was great to see the kids, grown more now, playing, having fun with their friends!  You were laying down, very beautiful, very tired, in a very “southern bell” sort of dress. I paused to take in your beauty and to feel how good it felt to see you again. It has been a long time since we have been here, in this dream state….             Time has weathered you some, but as your eyes opened, you caught my look….  your eyes said hello, but your mind met a moment of fear – wondering where your man…