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March 2, 2017 Scribble 0

You can read this if you wish although it consists of thoughts and fragments as I attempt to free write 750 words every day. Some of this may end up in a Story or a Conversation. Anyway, this is how one learn and shapes up The Craft. According to my new writing goal, I am supposed to just write down whatever comes to my head and finish up in 750 words. The whole thing sounds a bit of a waste of time, frankly. I don’t have the luxury of writing nothing; there is so much more to write and …
 

Driving Back from Spring Break 0

… we rode the teacups, stood in a long line for the bobsleds, and paddled a canoe. We ate dinner on the bayou, visited the pirates, posed with Mickey Mouse, and explored the Swiss Family Robinson tree house. Overall, mom had a great time and I played the sweet son. By nightfall, the sky exploded with fireworks and we headed back south. Mom slept pressed into the window missing the nuclear power plant, the Marines, and the moonlit beach. As the tail lights on the interstate blurred into red, I …
 

A Moment of Pure Truth 0

… rolled and the answers landed in a flat dud. Each person rubbed their eyes and wished for sleep. Christopher turned to the window daydreaming of places far from this evening. He watched the sun drop into the ocean until the dying light filled the room. ~ Five hours over the vermilion bridge he rolled down the fabric roof. Clammers walked along the beach carrying clam guns and pails. They smiled in the ocean air. Christopher took it in a feeling of warm relief. The sea smelled sweet. Sentries of …
 

The Smell of Sage and Iron 0

The day-long truck ride started out as an adventure, then a journey, and after the third basin and range, it became a challenge to overcome boredom. Victor rolled down the window. He stuck his head out far enough for the wind to buffet his face. The blowing wind helped. He shuck off the grog. He blinked a few times. The cool air made his face numb but the inside air made him sleepy. He reached back in and the heat hit again. He looked at the thermometer. Still more than 96 degrees. Was that …
 

A Ghost Story – Ghosts Wished People Believed 0

ghost story, creative writing, short story, ghosts, haunted house, football, magic, fantasy Some people swore the house was haunted. To the ghosts, it seemed unlikely anyone believed. They bumped into the living without the slightest notice. Sometimes they made a sudden movement to remind each other they were still around. Mostly they bounced among the residents coloring happy memories or darkening deep regrets. Never had they sparked passion in the hearts of the living. The ghosts wished people believed. Tommy woke slowly from an afternoon nap. He rubbed his eyes, stretched up his …