The dew had settled, the birds had almost finished singing and the world was just now deciding if it was right with it all. 7 o'clock in the morning, give or take, because clocks and watches never kept accurate time, and it was that time was in the middle of nowhere Kansas, a tiny place called Bentwater, which was more like a whistle stop than a ( Read more... )

I have a thing called a trigger finger. That happens when the tendons on the knuckles of your finger fold around the knuckle, so when you straighten that finger, if you can, there's a little *pop* accompanied by pain ( Read more... )

Wow.. I don't know if I'll remember enough of this dream to incorporate it, but I'm going to try. The bit I'm writing here is my interpretation of what I was told by the cashier at the Marketplace... all in a dream, of course ( Read more... )

There is a geographic center of the United States of America. It's just about 2 miles northwest of Lebanon, Kansas. There is a cosmic center of the universe, some believe. It is a tiny spot on a pedestrian bridge in Tulsa, Oklahoma. There is also a center of oddity, a fold in the sheet of reality where oddity tends to roll to, a sort of black hole ( Read more... )

=Picking it up right where I left it.
Now, my dad... he was the polar opposite of my mom. He drank but rarely. He was at home about as often. Dad traveled. A lot. His influence was such that the only time I can remember him home was rarely. I do have some memories.
( Life with father )

It is cold under my butt, this concrete I'm sitting on. I mean, it is winter, so that's to be expected and concrete isn't the warmest material in the world, so I'm not complaining, mind you. I'm getting pretty much what I expected. But still... it's my butt and it's cold ( Read more... )

It's become a bit of a tradition to post this story. I've posted it here for the last 4 or 5 years. I almost wrote another one this year, but I built a toy soldier instead, so this one will have to do.
( A winter's night )

Now... keep in mind, mean spirited does not mean mean. It means that, at least from my viewpoint, that the insides are mean, the spirit is mean... the essence is mean. I could be the sweetest person in the world, but if I have a mean spirit, then it means I'm rotten at the core. And, apparently, it's a known thing among those who know me. I don ( Read more... )

I reckon it's true. I'm a mean spirited person. Not a nice person at all. It's been confirmed by more than one person, and these are people that are close to me, who are my friends. And, you know... I'd rather have friends say it, because they will say it with honesty, while non-friends will say it out of meanness and spite, even if they are ( Read more... )

Well, here it is Nano November.

It's the 9th of November, and I don't have a story in my head. Well, not a complete story, anyway. I did have a dream. An odd dream. A dream that might be a story.
( Prologue )