Tag Archives: Writing
Friday Rambles, a little bit broken March 13/26
How can it be Friday already, and Friday the 13th to boot, speaking of boots, i am currently wearing a air cast boot along with a wrist brace as i took a good old fashioned fall a week ago. When … Continue reading
Friday Rambles around the Table- Salves
Good Morning, Come in, Come in.. it rain most of the night so stay to the paths when possible. Its still drizzling, I know.. we can see melting around tree’s, fence posts and around rocks.. Coffee’s on.. It is … Continue reading
The Monument by DH -Least we forget-PG Rating
11 November 1908: North of Manaus, Amazonas del Sur“Passing through?”, the homesteader asked, his rifle resting in his arms.”Yes”, the traveller replied, his rifle dangling off his right shoulder on a strap. “I was told there was a veteran building … Continue reading
My love of books is a family thing..
In the bedroom I am staying in at mom’s there is a whole wall in bookcases, a good reading chair in the corner with a spot of tea pot, and the bookshelves are full to bursting.. This was the pile … Continue reading
The Monument by DH -Least we forget-PG Rating
11 November 1908: North of Manaus, Amazonas del Sur“Passing through?”, the homesteader asked, his rifle resting in his arms.”Yes”, the traveller replied, his rifle dangling off his right shoulder on a strap. “I was told there was a veteran … Continue reading
Fade Away, a Short story by Dear Hubby
“I need another drink”, I announce. “Hit you in a second”, Casey says from down the bar, where he’s mixing a martini for Rita. He slides the cocktail glass across the old oak bar to her, and collects … Continue reading
This is for you mom..
My Dear Momma wants to know why I never post any of my own short stories or poems on the site, I tried to tell her that each post is like a little short story, which in a way it … Continue reading
A Son Arrives Home to Mother by Dear Hubby
(Says Dear Hubby: On the board where I usually post my stories, various folks will post writing challenges, some of which I take up, others I don’t. One such challenge was strictly to use “A day like any other” as … Continue reading
Just another Day on the Farm 