“Pillage.”


It is 5:55 am, the day after Christmas, and four unassuming women sit comfortably in a rented full-size cargo van near the entrance of the Sherwood Mall waiting to begin their annual shopping pillage for Christmas sales. All of the women are related, but the youngest is participating in her first shopping pillage. When she turned 21 two months prior, the elder of the group … Continue reading “Pillage.”

“Retreat!”


It has been six months of nomadic adventurous travels, and I have enjoyed every moment and mile. Yet, after three days of high humidity, extremely dense fog, and only seeing the sun twice in a week I realized I miss morning walks along the beach, riding my bicycle, and the morning visits to the local Starbucks/Snowbird hang out. Oh, how I miss the Sanibel Causeways early … Continue reading “Retreat!”

“Holiday Bounty? Wisdom.”


The bounty of the holiday season is not in the number of gifts received, presents given, or the number of family members gathered. The bounty of the holidays is the personal reflection for the day, the months ahead, to see and experience another bountiful year of knowledge and wisdom to experience family and friends again into a healthy future. WordPress daily word prompt Continue reading “Holiday Bounty? Wisdom.”

Enthusiasm


It is our eldest son’s debut as the featured lead conductor of the famed symphonic orchestra’s Christmas concert that started at 6:00 pm. It was now 6:19 pm as I waited for my wife, Geneva For 41-years of our marriage, I have accepted knowingly she will always be late, except when our two children were born one and two weeks early. As she rushed into … Continue reading Enthusiasm

“Holly Jolly Folly Christmas Re-Gifts. Short Story#4”


With 72-hours before their employees, Christmas parties. Jeffery and Jaqueline have yet to map out one of their most important decision of the Christmas season, what to regift for their co-workers. After their first Christmas, they decided to regift the wired, uncanny, and simply the gaudiest gifts they could ever imagine. They still cringe when they regift the unique smells of Applespice and Curry bath … Continue reading “Holly Jolly Folly Christmas Re-Gifts. Short Story#4”

” Moody; Bah-Humbug!”


Eighty-seven-year-old Wilbur Wainwright, the owner of a window installation company, based in Ottumwa Iowa, began the business sixty-three years ago. He married once, divorced within a year, and never had any children. He never remarried again. He never attended church, never contributed to any charitable organization within his community and his business closed only for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Mr. Wainwright wanted his employees to address … Continue reading ” Moody; Bah-Humbug!”

Christmas Maddening Day


Maddening, is the list of errands I have to complete. Maddening, are the kids will be awake soon. Maddening, are the gifts I need to wrapped and mail. Maddening, is I need to start breakfast. Maddening, I need to get out of bed and begin my day. Maddening, it’s less than a week before Christmas. Maddening, are thoughts stressing about my day ahead. WordPress daily … Continue reading Christmas Maddening Day

“Christmas Folly & Martyr.”


Robert Avenell; During Thanksgiving dinner, the Avenell brothers were enamored with an old 1950’s Sears & Robuck catalog their Uncle Rosco brought to the holiday dinner. The catalog was a great talking item, and the boys soon discovered all of the toys in the book, along with the guns they sold. The Avenel brothers’ mother forbade her sons David age 13, Devin age 11 and … Continue reading “Christmas Folly & Martyr.”

“Treasured Christmas Gifts, Short Story #3.”


It’s has been two days since Jeffery and Jacqueline consumed three bottles of Advent wine and ate four boxes of Advent calendar chocolate candies. But, with the Christmas tree decorated, the Christmas shopping completed, and the Christmas Cards mailed. The Leahman family enjoys their Christmas evenings a lot more listening to holiday music and touring Christmas festival and lights shows in the surrounding communities. So … Continue reading “Treasured Christmas Gifts, Short Story #3.”

“Mythical.”


Some things in life can become mythical within my thoughts. My hiking experiences encompass several decades as a Boy Scout, hiking trails in middle and southern Missouri. To becoming a Scout Leader hiking portions of the Appalachian Trail and many other forested trails in Pennsylvania, Maryland, North Carolina and West Virgina. Nothing prepared me for my first short hike in the Saguaro National Parks East … Continue reading “Mythical.”

“Love is Patient.”


Lorraine Archer was standing before a full-length mirror contemplating the incredible turn of events that have unfolded in her life.  The mirror reflected the white wedding dress, covering a red under skirting with gold colored sequin designs across her chest and at the bottom of the skirt, representing the Christmas season The dress is more beautiful than any she had ever imagined as a … Continue reading “Love is Patient.”

“Lofty.”


This is my second year participating in the National Novel Writing Month event. Although I have prepared with lofty plot ideas, with detail developement of characters and  and thier personalities. However, my best laid creative plans are usually thwarted for one reason or another as the month unflods. My novel’s focal point is a local gym in Fort Myrs Fl and how the committments of … Continue reading “Lofty.”

“Anticipation.”


The participation within any race builds anticipation as you approach the finish line. Seeking something produces the anticipations of finally grasping and holding what is sought. Formulating a plot line, creating characters, with complex backgrounds and personalities to become close friends within the mind creates anticipation to complete a 50,000-word novel during National Novel Writing Month before midnight November 30, 2016. Currently, at 41983, and my prize … Continue reading “Anticipation.”

“Percolate.”


Life’s easiest options are breathing, and waking up to a new day. The hardest options are focusing on what to do, and finding the discipline to do what we imagined or dreamed of doing. Life is boring when you don’t look for activities to become involved to enhance your soul. WordPress daily word prompt. Continue reading “Percolate.”

“Bases.”


  Give me a first base squeeze honey Oh yes, now that’s a first base squeeze. Can I kiss your neck, and shoulders? Umm, yes, I think you stole second base. Oh, my goodness, that feels soo good. Can we kiss to let me know you love me? Oh, baby, you are quick, with a great lead off from second. Rubbing my leg has resulted … Continue reading “Bases.”

“Bludgeon.”


When the suspect took the stand in his defense to explain his side of the assault and battery. The first question the prosecuting attorney asked the defendant was to describe what type of bludgeoning device he used against the victim. The defendant stated, “I did not use a bludgeoning device.” The prosecuting attorney walks to the evidence table and returns to holds it in front … Continue reading “Bludgeon.”

NaNoWriMo OR Blogging


Over the past eleven days, my desire to creatively produce content for this blog, while engrossed with my NaNoWriMo 50,000 word challenge has become an either or episode in my life. To be specific, the novels research has consumed my time while anxiety and shame filled my soul for failing to walk two miles or take my Yoga classes. These decisions of either or has … Continue reading NaNoWriMo OR Blogging

“Eerie.”


Eunice Hedge-Clapper died at age 62 when her car was struck by falling debris from an overpass as she sat in traffic on Interstate 95 north of Washington DC. The eerily uncanny accident and her immediate death shocked her suburban community north of Washington DC Just under two hundred people attended the funeral held at St. Agness Catholic Church where Eunice was baptized, confirmed and … Continue reading “Eerie.”

Copycat


Good, afternoon I’m the eldest brother who is six years older than my sister Erin, aka “Baby Princess.” I gave her that name since our father spoiled her immensely. I believe our parents spaced us out making me the supreme babysitter extraordinaire for many years. At age fifteen, I took a part-time job after school as a lifeguard at the country club in our community. … Continue reading Copycat