Shank

There was a pastor of a church. He and his family lived down the street. Mr. Shank had three sons. You know what they say about preacher’s children and how wild they are. Well, this family was no exception. Some are, I suppose. The boys grew up to be men. They were used to a […]

Power

Layla was sitting in a circle around a fire with a couple of her friends, Donna and Raymond. Raymond wasn’t a very good conversationalist and had bought a “Book of Questions” to help him along his way in life coming up with things to say. One of the questions in his book was “If you […]

Needle Work

Margaret was about to turn ninety. Oh, what a life she has lived. It was winter and she was cold. Margaret took her sewing kit out and started a quilt. She couldn’t drive anymore and lived alone. Her kids were all grown, her husband dead and long gone. The house she had lived […]

In the Future

In the future, it seemed like the present. Far, far away from the past. Alan Bilderberg had a dream, but it wasn’t like a dream, it was a plan. It was an idea. He had an idea to help everyone, to keep them safe. Alan worked on the prototype for months. The crime rate was […]

Dialogue Change

Mamie was a character, a damn right card. She had wild curly hair and the largest mouth in the whole South. She’d play with all the kids in town, run races, and make silly faces. She was energetic and lively. Most any woman like Mamie would stand out most anywhere but in the little town […]

Magic Eraser

The house was always so dirty. That’s what I liked about it. The dog hair and dishes in the sink. Oh, there was water in the floor and trash over-flowing in the kitchen. A living dream to me and we only live once. A chance to both watch the storm and study it in the […]

Abnormally Turbulent

It was a spring day, abnormally turbulent. A storm system crept up the map like a lake monster and covered the tri-county area. I stopped to asked a neighbor if they needed help. It was clear they did. Their trailer had been hit. The place looked like a Wal-Mart junk yard. I don’t […]

Story About a Chicken

He was raised on a farm, and tilled the land. Working from sun up to sun down, one of those types. Taught by his mother to pray everyday. As a boy, they barely had enough. The garden was their bounty. The dust and dirt, he worked. At the age of fifteen, he fell off […]