Another quick fiction friday. Not happy with it, but I don’t edit my fiction here, so it is what it is. They unloaded their gear while a gentle snow fell. She was thankful for the added layer she had thrown on before they’d left, and that they’d packed extra blankets too. They hadn’t really talked …
War. What is it good for? Something like that. I’m not a fan of war. It saddens me and makes me angry. I’m sure there are more than a few who share the sentiment. Recently I mentioned this to a friend who replied that there was some “funny shit” if you looked into wars. And …
Losing a friend is somehow the worst thing. I mean, I’ve suffered a big loss this year and I’m not diminishing that. Losing someone to death seems inevitable and unpreventable though. We are all going to die. Sorry to burst that bubble for you. And we don’t get to choose when or where or how. …
The alarms went off at 6:30. On a Saturday, this is a big deal. It meant a few minutes of “omfg imma gonna die” heartbeats before we were actually out of bed. Quick showers, a run to the gas station for coffee and eggs (they had none) and we were loaded and out the door …
A short fiction for your Friday. The road to the campground wound through several miles of dense ponderosa and aspens. Fall was firmly set and the first dusting of winter snow billowed in the wake of the old pickup as it made its way up the hill, chugging faithfully along despite its age and need …
There was a parade.
It is December. And Christmas is coming. I really enjoy this holiday. Never really had a reason to question why. There are shiny baubles and presents and music and friends and trees in the house and an excuse to wear obnoxious sweaters and hats. I’m not religious at all. Not deluded into thinking this is …
There is no finer gift in life than friends who challenge you to see the world in a differnt way. It’s rare. I’ve said it before; we tend to flock with those similar to us. This is much easier than trying to be a duck, with a love for pond scum and wet marshes, in …
I write a post yesterday and never hit publish. Such is life. Anxiety bear is in hibernation today. I feel decent enough to go to work. Quite the feat. It’s December and the holiday we like to party to is around the corner. It always sneaks on up. We know it’s coming, it’s just here …
Ive lately found myself extremely interested in guns. I’m not going to spend anytime discussing why, how, why. It’s a thing. I enjoy learning new (and imo, practical) skills. It’s got potential to be A Thing for me. I haven’t been this wide-eyed and excited about A Thing since derby. So it is what it …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 