They sat in the visitor’s room of the rest folks home where the old man reminisced and the Grandson politely listened. “Yup, the world sure’s a different place today than it was in my day.” All to soon the Grandson said, “I can’t stay any longer Gramps, I gotta date tonight.” “Good for you, kiddo,”…

It’s very hard to breathe at the moment because I’ve been crying so hard. Another friend has passed away and I knew it was happening, but for the want of a few bucks, I couldn’t make the drive to Missoula, Montana to see her one last time. Theresa Anne House passed away at home June…

“It’s nice to get out of the house,” Mom commented. “I know,” Dad responded, “I really do miss our Sunday drives and sight-seeing.” “So,” Junior asked from the back seat, “did you play here as a kid?” “Yes,” his mother answered, “This is where I first met your dad.” “Was that on the Ferris-wheel or…

Body shaking, cold and clammy, heart fluttering fast to slow, he began in all his humanness to feel the slipping away. His mind filling with images, words, so many left unsaid, unwritten, and unseen in all his days before. He knew he couldn’t find the right potion, the spiritual salve to make this life remain…

For the last two days I haven’t spent as much time as I generally do writing. Instead I’ve been doing a lot of reading and when not sitting about with a favorite book, I’ve been catching up on movies I’ve not seen. And as you’ll see, should you continue reading, I’m way, way behind in…

“You’d think after 15-years, I’d have more people reading my stuff,” Dumas complained. “I see bloggers who’ve only been at it a year or two and some have hundred’s of people following their website and dozens of comment’s and ‘likes.’” There was a pause before Jezebeth verbally stabbed him in the heart, “Have you ever thought…

“Send Help,” is all the message read. Mentally, I prepare myself for whatever the challenge. “Life can be so cheap outside the colonies” I think, mounting my Ostrichasaurus, racing out through the gate and onto the open grassy plains. Sadly, I’ve learned there’s a greater danger in not knowing what the danger is, than whatever…

When do you write? (time of day, day of week.) Every weekday morning I get up with my wife and see her off to work. Next I grab a cup of coffee and sit myself in front of the computer. Writing takes second place as I busy myself with reading the news, other blog posts…

It was dark and she couldn’t find her clothes, but Mariko didn’t care. She slipped from the Coven’s clubhouse wearing only her denim vest with its ‘colors’ emblazoned on the back and as the asshole who ‘roofied’ her the night before was still passed out. In the parking lot, she slipped her getas on her…

The toaster dinged as the two pieces of burnt toast jumped from their slots. “Christ almighty, couldn’t you at least have popped them out before they burned?” I complained. He simply sat there in all of his silence. The lack of a response only made me angrier. “All you do is sit around the house…