Wholly Whimsical Writings
Where I’d like to put some of my snippets of writing.
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Joyful Sadness
Joyful Sadness I am sad. Memories half-remembered have filled my dreams; sometimes coalescing into brilliance. Fleeting though. The aftermath a sadness of recollection lost. Past loved ones slipping into the oblivion of eternal night. Intangible ghosts; tendrils of nothing. Daylight brings hope for remembrance. I shake at the acme of the day; the slope of… Continue reading
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The Mind’s Eye
The Mind’s Eye Kathy turned the eye of the stove on, its blood red coil searing the events of the evening into her mind, dulling her disturbed emotions. Hands shaking, she poured the peeled tomatoes into a saucepan, and added the dried noodles. These are Teddy’s favorites, Kathy thought glancing into the living room as… Continue reading
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Lonnie Stokes
“You ripped my scab you shithead.” Lonnie held his arm up to my face, “I ought to make you eat it Harmon.” “You did it L-Lonnie.” I said. “You di- did it trying to take my lunch box.” My voice hitching as I barely held back the tears. “Only a queer would have a Scooby-Do… Continue reading
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Michael Park’s Summer Vacation
Michael jumped at the knock on the door; almost knocking the paint can off the stepladder. “Coming.” Michael said as he wiped a little paint residue off his hands. “Are you Mister Michael Parks?” The policeman said. “Yes, I’m Michael Parks, my dad was the mister part though.” Michael said. smiling as he opened the… Continue reading
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Things That Make Me Say Grrrrr
What do I hate? Let me tell you. I hate “foot flushers.” To be more specific, it’s the urinal foot flushers that I hate the most. For those of the female persuasion, or who for any other reason don’t understand what this means, allow me to elaborate. As you may or may not know, the… Continue reading
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Worlds Apart
My name is Michelle. I believe in the sanctity of life. It’s a baby not a choice. These are God’s words, and these are my words. This is my world, if these words aren’t yours, you are not welcome. My name is Terrence. I speak for the earth, because most cannot hear her voice. I… Continue reading
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a new story is coming
I’ve been a bit busy, but I have what I feel is a great idea for a story, and I’d say I’m about 60% finished. I will post as soon as I can. Thanks for your patience. Continue reading
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The Boy on the Bubble
The Boy on the Bubble Just what is it that defines a man? What makes him what and who he is? And even more, what is it that we perceive in a man? I suppose body language, quirks and traits can be quite revealing. Some people purport to be human lie detectors, able to… Continue reading
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Concerning my Wholly Whimsical Writings category.
This is a place where I may put snippets of writing that I would like to share. It is really going to be more of a hodge podge, or potpourri of brain dumps and attempts at prose. I am certainly no writer, so if one considers commenting please be nice. But in that vein, I… Continue reading
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