Had a rough go of keeping a daily during this vacation/break. But that’s okay. We had a great New Year’s Eve. There were good friends, some Vietnamese take out, a marathon run of some Pandemic (once with the BioTerror component, twice getting our butts handed to us by make believe disease and we had fun …
“Are we doing this?” “I don’t know, are we?” She grabbed his coat and pulled him towards her, fitting herself against him as he lowered his mouth onto hers. It was the answer to the question and they began to move towards the bedroom. Clothes shed in piles on the staircase, in the hallway. She …
Hate when I start a post early and by the time I get back to it I don’t feel the same so I scrap it. I know this girl. Let’s call her Lillith. She’s stuck in this god-awful situation. She just wants to get away from the fuckers she’s with, but she keeps getting ropes …
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 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 …
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 