Writings - Page 9

Cellar

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My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket. I gingerly...

A Close Call

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It was a dark and stormy night, my wife and daughter were driving to a Fire Hall outside Chester for a family gathering. The rain pounded the roads and the c...

Trick or Treat

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Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour. Wriggly worms, spiders and flies, Spooky cookies, a treater’s surprise.

Iced Up

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Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life. The sun glared through the crystallized windshield as he waited for th...

Aguta's Trek

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Nanuk the Bear stood on his hind legs and sniffed the icy air. Dog. He looked across the snowy plain and saw the sled make its approach. The team of malamute...

Tommy and Jamie

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I hate waiting at the bus stop. It’s cold out and I forgot my mitts. Jamie went back to get ‘em. Tommy keeps pulling my hair on the bus. It’s around the corn...

No Need to See

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warm oil on your back my hands exploring your curves teasing fingertips

First Change

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Raised by the pack, we didn’t know about the Change util it happened to my friend Brown Ear. Running in the woods, four-feet, paws and fur was all we pups ha...

Alien Haiku

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Driving late at night Bright green lights whirling above Almond eyes greet me

Strength

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“You can do this,” he said with an intensity that made me smile. I marvelled at the heft of the weapon, feeling its steely coolness, knowing a simple purpose...

Last Glimpse

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I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze Of cosmic wonder, before the end of days

Playing with Fire

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My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame. I studied its flicker and playful dance, the power in my hand call...