Holes…the rewrite…unedited…

I am trapped in a hole.  It all started on a brisk fall day.  The sun shined, the wind blew, and the birds sang. It was a typical autumn day in Mississippi. Squirrels raced across my yard as I carried my coffee to my rocker. I sipped my coffee and watched as life happened all aroundContinue reading “Holes…the rewrite…unedited…”

A Walk in Darkness…the complete writing (as of now)…unedited…

“So, you have no desire to get re-married?” I sat in the small white office. It was as bland as the doctor I told my problems to. A diploma hung behind his metal desk. His desk was empty of clutter, the lone object on it was his desktop computer. Dr. Wilson Friskers peered over hisContinue reading “A Walk in Darkness…the complete writing (as of now)…unedited…”

A Walk in Darkness…unedited, incomplete…

The cold winter air nipped at my neck, as the icy breeze blew through the pines. It didn’t help the concrete bench didn’t absorb heat. A small smile crept across my face. “Mom was right, every day is not a bad day.” I bounced between one horror and the next between 2013-2015. To combat myContinue reading “A Walk in Darkness…unedited, incomplete…”

A Walk in Darkness…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Those three little words, unfit for duty, destroyed whatever confidence I was left with given all that transpired. The house I bought for my family was repossessed. Everything seemed to fall apart at once. I felt like Job in the Old Testament. My marriage was destroyed, my career lost, and to top it off, IContinue reading “A Walk in Darkness…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Recluse…the finished product, unedited but complete…

Off the road, nestled behind pine and oak trees, was a small cabin. A wrought iron fence blocked the entrance to the drive. People would pass by and slow down to look.  ‘Maybe he’s out today,’ seemed to be the consensus of everyone in town. A sign hung from the gate, its message was clear:Continue reading “The Recluse…the finished product, unedited but complete…”

The Recluse…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

YEAH, I BELIEVE IN MONSTERS. I LIVE WITH A COUPLE OF THEM. THEY WEAR HUMAN FACES AND REEK OF EVIL- BELLE. Jocko was growing impatient. He conned Wilma into marrying him by offering the best of his stock. Hidden behind the vulgar tattoos that adorned his flesh, and the dead eyes, he possessed a brilliantContinue reading “The Recluse…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

A Hot Day Down South…the story goes on…unedited and incomplete…

Ashley and Konan sat and spoke of big things and small, of love found and lost, of betrayal and things they  wished had never happened. It felt like heaven. Somewhere after four in the morning, he dozed off to sleep. Konan woke up at six. Ashley was contorted like a spring at one end ofContinue reading “A Hot Day Down South…the story goes on…unedited and incomplete…”

The Recluse…New writing…incomplete and unedited…

From the road, half of which is paved, the other half unpaved, Billy Thompson and Annabelle Withers watched the cabin for life. Annabelle pushed her blond hair out of her eyes and climbed on the cattle gate to get a better view. “What do you see,” Billy whispered. “Shh…” Billy climbed the gate and stoodContinue reading “The Recluse…New writing…incomplete and unedited…”

Rianna’s Tearful Chalice…An introduction…incomplete and unedited…

There is nothing worse than feeling alone. There is nothing that can compare to being alone. In the quietness of the mind, madness is born anew. On the wings of chaos and carnage the past invades relentlessly. Every mistake is on glorious display in the theater of the mind. “Once more, with gusto!” I pictureContinue reading “Rianna’s Tearful Chalice…An introduction…incomplete and unedited…”

A Hot Day Down South…A new piece of writing, incomplete and unedited…

What does one thing have to do with another? At what point do the two intersect? If a person murders another, are they automatically related? Are passionate impulses triggers for homicidal rage? At some point observation will lead one to clues, and the clues will lead eventually to a hypothesis. Once a hypothesis becomes supportedContinue reading “A Hot Day Down South…A new piece of writing, incomplete and unedited…”