Jeff had one job to do, and he hated it. It was hot. He sat at a crossroads in the middle of a west Texas desert. There was no shelter or shade, no shanty or tree. It was him, an old wooden stool (that offered absolutely no back support), four faded, dusty, and weather worn… Read More Cross Road Blues
Like everyone else in the world, John made choices. Unlike everyone else in the world, John knew the consequences, good and bad, of every single one of those choices he made. He heard them as whispers, thoughts and dialogue of a multitude of other hims. He did not know the results of his actions or… Read More Consequences
Daily Post, “closet.” My attempt at a story for kids, specifically my kid, who is super and strong, an artist and a cook, a princess and a superhero. I would love to take this and illustrate it – I may be a lot of things, but an artist I am not. Someday, maybe. There are… Read More The Monsters in my Closet
“Puberty is very serious business.” Mr. Farnsworth stood at the front of the room, knuckles planted firmly on the table, leaning forward. The cuffs of his sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows. His face was stern. His eyes drifted from one side of the room to the other, scanning the faces of… Read More Puberty, and the Conversations that Come with It
The Daily Post – “Bedtime” It started as a different take on “Rockabye Baby” which I always thought was kind of a dark song to sing children to sleep. It was supposed to be funny, but it got real dark real fast. The cradle was perched High in the tree, Rocking loose twigs Down to… Read More Rockabye Baby
Norman was a twenty-something year old guy, fresh out of college and in a job that had nothing to do with his major, was unnecessarily difficult to obtain, and was, in his opinion, drastically underpaid. Nor was he in a serious relationship (in any kind of relationship, really), and had not been for many months.… Read More The Living Word
We are built by our experiences. I am a patchwork quilt thirty-eight years in the making. There are stories of joy, sorrow, hope, loss, discovery and rediscovery, and laughter. Lots of laughter. It doesn’t feel like it some days, when the sadness is real and visceral and being sewn into my flesh, but I can stand in… Read More Pieces of Me
The Daily Post. Prompt, “Green” “Give her these.” Toby said, pushing a small baggie of green candies across the cafeteria table to Mike. “Green M&M’s drive girls crazy.” he explained knowingly. Toby was wise in such things, Mike knew, as he had an older brother. He had a beard (uneven and sparse, but a beard… Read More Sex, Lies, and Green M&Ms
Really getting into this Daily Post thing. Today’s prompt – superstition. Oscar had a habit Everyone thought as odd Though to him it was a duty, An honorary job from God. More compulsion than a habit, A set of specific things, In very specific orders, To satisfy specific kings (Momma was religious, Daddy did… Read More The Day Oscar Slept In
A response for the writing prompt, “Faraway”, from The Daily Post. Going to try to write more with these prompts, and post them here. It was one of those looks, and the hope and anticipation dropped from his gut like a lead balloon. He saw it in her eyes from the get-go. The gaze, vacant,… Read More Okay, Cupid.
