Month: March 2006

More to Come

More to Come

Realized I probably needed something besides the end of a story to greet folks. I will post another story here as soon I have one. Thanks for stopping in. The latest story, “Avenger’s Lament,” is written from the point of view of a 16-year-old boy living during the Civil War.

Avenger’s Lament (part three)

Avenger’s Lament (part three)

I turned my head back to look, and made out a man carrying a lamp. He was only a few steps onto the bridge, so I jumped to my feet and ran the other direction. “Stop! Who are you?” The sound of gunfire pierced the storm’s din. I did not stop until I reached the …

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Avenger’s Lament (part two)

Avenger’s Lament (part two)

Through my pain I managed the presence of mind to avoid returning to my home, as I knew soldiers would be lying in wait. I fled to the nearby wood and hid myself. The cold rain falling from the sky could not rival my tears as I sat sobbing for my loss, and the hunger …

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Avenger’s Lament (part one)

Avenger’s Lament (part one)

I dread accompanying my regiment in the invasion of Harper’s Ferry. Our success is almost certain, so it is not failure I fear. What plagues me is the memory of how invading troops treated my family when we lived there. Although I sometimes wish I could forget, the horrible memory will stay with me until …

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To Whom it May Concern

To Whom it May Concern

Earth is almost out of water. You must help, or all life on Earth will cease. We used a somewhat temperamental time machine to send you this letter, so we do not know exactly when you will be reading it. A small device attached to the envelope will return it to us one hour after …

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Stump Dodger (Part 3)

Stump Dodger (Part 3)

My advisor turned to a young boy of about nine years and said, “Now, Jimmy, when he starts goin’, you turn loose of that rope.” I climbed a few rungs of the homemade ladder and reached high to grab the handle. This position would make anybody feel vulnerable, and I wasn’t exactly flashing my Coppertone …

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Stump Dodger (Part 2)

Stump Dodger (Part 2)

I gave her the finger, too. The “I need chewing time” finger. After finally rendering the potatoes lumpless, I swallowed. “I know, I know. I was just crunching through a bite of food. So, why, Dad?” “Snakes.” The word slithered slowly from his mouth. I was no friend to poisonous reptiles, despite my slogging around …

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Stump Dodger

Stump Dodger

People fall into two philosophical categories in life: stump finders and stump dodgers. You see, when it comes time for a group of kids to sled down a new hill, someone has to go first. When the snow is deep enough, you can’t see exactly what’s on that hill. The first one down usually has …

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