Creative writing
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I wrote this one on May 16, 2017. Here it is again for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. My spirit danced in the love of your laughing blue eyes as we skipped hand in hand down our sidewalk. Through the yellow rays of our neighborhood’s sunlight, we passed the daffodils in bloom and yesterdays’ fuzzy-smudged hopscotch game.
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So, a hammer walks into The Nutz & Boltz Tavern after a tough day on the job site. The bartender leans over the bar. “What’ll it be, Hambo?” “Gimme a Rusty Nail, Mack,” he replied. “And keep ’em comin’!” “Rough day, huh? You look beat.” Mack observed as he built Ham’s drink. Ham tried to shrug
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Preston is a troubled youth and extremely large for his age. The former is due, in part, to his lack of social skills and his parents’ peculiar philosophy on socialization. For instance, rather than letting him go outside and play with other giant children, they insisted that he stay indoors and watch videos of kids
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The piece below recounts the actual events of a day at St. James Elementary School in Arlington Heights, IL. 1966, or so. I flunked a phonics test and Sister Eleanor is scowling like Satan: goose-stepping back and forth, spitting “God Hates You Brats.” She doesn’t know that God likes kids, even brats and kids who
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This is the first chapter of my novella, The Homunculus Heroes. It is available at amazon.com. Just follow the link at the bottom of the page. It was inevitable. The entire town knew it was just a matter of time before the wild-ass Limbourg brothers and the duBerry twins, Dingle & Razz, would hook-up. And they were
Ergo, the Ogre 