|Posted on December 14, 2010 at 2:43 PM||comments (5)|
Timmy and Sally lived in a nice comfy house by a big roaring river. Their Mommy and Daddy loved them very much and life was good.
One fine winter day after school, Timmy and Sally were outside making a snowman. Their Mommy had bundled them up in nice warm clothes and boots and mittens ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 13, 2010 at 6:51 PM||comments (0)|
The rain was starting now. It had been fine all morning but just when it looked as though she would make it through the day without crying, it seemed as though someone up there was sending out a message that it was all right to grieve publicly.
Jane’s eyes filled up and slowly the tears cascaded down both cheeks and dripped almost apologetically on...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 13, 2010 at 6:40 PM||comments (0)|
The Car Park
Pauline Jarvis, her shopping trolley full of tins, bottles and packets, joined the checkout queue and waited. It was going to be a long wait too. There were half a dozen people in front of her, each of them pushing a fully laden trolley. At the end of the line, a harassed-looking checkout girl sat, adding up purchases on a new-fangled computer terminal. Pauline puffed, and cursed...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 6, 2010 at 4:22 PM||comments (0)|
On a soft pre-election evening in April 2010, a young woman turned the corner and walked briskly into Sculptures Close. She wore a dark grey suit with matching jacket and knee-length skirt, the narrow party tie worn smartly, the knot tight against the collar of her freshly pressed white shirt. Her hair was strawberry blonde and tied back in a long ponytail. Her skin tone wa...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 3, 2010 at 7:57 AM||comments (2)|
Matilda listens to make sure they’ve gone out knowing Mr Doozie the cat is licking his milk the slurping sound fills the now silent room but she has to be sure her aunt and uncle have gone she can’t allow Moses to come in by the backdoor until they’re long gone and in the town buying and selling their wares she places her hands on her head and closes her eyes to focus her listening to close out Mr Doozie’s sounds the saucer of milk being pushed across the floor the pur...Read Full Post »
|Posted on November 30, 2010 at 9:05 PM||comments (4)|
I lay here in absolute total confinement in the fetal position enveloped in total darkness on a cold cement floor completely naked. They call this place “The Hole.”
The darkness is far blacker than night and I feel I know what it is like to be blind now. I can’t decipher night and day, there is no time here, time surely stands still in this hole from hell. After awhile I sit up and reach my hands out in front of my fac...Read Full Post »
|Posted on November 29, 2010 at 10:11 PM||comments (4)|
Lancaster, or (langkisster) as we Texans call it, is a street that holds a lot of history.
Named Jan. 7, 1931, after J. L. Lancaster, a president of the Texas & Pacific Railway.
However, today the street is the home of vagrants, Hobo’s, Transients, or The Homeless, as I like to define them. And one of these people resides under the street in sort of a flood tunnel, and his name is Gus. No one has ever gotten his last name; he just says, “My name is Gus.” He c...Read Full Post »
|Posted on November 29, 2010 at 6:30 PM||comments (4)|
( Fairy Godmother )
Written by:Jesse Abundis
Halloween, it dawns only once a year. For Maggie Phillips this holiday meant more than any of the others. Thanksgiving was a day to bitch, fight, standing over a hot stove, hanging out with relatives you wouldn't spare a c...Read Full Post »
|Posted on November 27, 2010 at 4:58 PM||comments (1)|
Ok, here's another funny from the Neville Harvey book of laughs.................get the song sheet out and sing along. Nathan, you're first up.
My Dearest DarlingJohn,
I went to the door today and the postman had delivered a partridge in a pear tree. What a delightful gift. Thank you Darling for the lovely thought.
With deep love and affection always,
Your loving Agnes.
My Dearest J...Read Full Post »
|Posted on November 20, 2010 at 9:48 PM||comments (2)|
This day was no different from any other day in my life after loosing the one person that meant the world to me. I got up, showered and began my daily trek to my job in traffic that was stop and go for a solid hour and a half every morning. I approached a wreck ahead that was quite extensive and the traffic came to an immediate stop. I put my face down on the steering wheel knowing that I was going be late again but at the same time praying for whom ever was in that wreck ahead. Judging by th...Read Full Post »