When I got home that night, I noticed the smiling jack-o-lantern in my front yard was crushed.
And I was as crushed as the lantern. Yes the pumpkin had gone way beyond its life expectancy. It was wrinkled beyond recognition, the flies had long stopped buzzing around it. The flies had moved on, it was my turn. This was our last thing. Our last project together. Was I ready to move on? Continue reading Crushed
I attended WonderCon! There were three workshops specially geared for writers. I swallowed all three of them with a pen and a notebook. In one of them we were prompted through a guided imagery to create a story.
This is my story that followed a one-minute guided imagery, it starts with 100% reality, then slowly twists into fiction. I think the shift will be pretty evident. Continue reading Dragging the Dragon
The ravens cawed and hovered above. “It’s just rubble, piles and piles of destruction,” Mother said “how do you know when there’s somebody, anybody alive and still breathing under all this?” Continue reading Below the Destruction – Life.
A rather good looking black man in his 50s sitting on a chair not minding his own business: “Have you ever worked on a ranch?”
I turn around to see who he’s talking to, obviously it’s me. I shrug with my nervous snicker style laugh and answer No? Continue reading A Friday Night at the Laundromat