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The USS Scorpion

Simon woke shivering. This wasn’t an uncommon thing. He had been homeless for 20 years now. 20 years since his dad had passed away. There was so much debt; the banks took everything. It was in that moment Simon decided to become a beach bum. He walked the hundreds of miles to the nearest beach.Continue reading “The USS Scorpion”

Winter Season

Talk “Understood.” He smiled a real smile this time, throwing her coat over his shoulder; then holding up his hands in a show of defeat. Oscar had turned out to be the perfect gentleman, so far. Esther lay in his warm cozy guest room. She admitted to herself it beat the fire out of aContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

“No, we’s not. We’s chosen to be uneducated, unpolished, poor white trash. I don’t care how country you are or how poor you are. You can use home spun English and still sound like you have sense. You can be poor as dirt and be clean and not smell like a sweaty beer soaked dishrag,Continue reading “Winter Season”

My last weight loss journey: journaling

I find journaling laborious. There’s no fun in it. Yes, it sucks! With that being said, writing stuff down is the best way to keep track of it. A budget. A gratitude journal. A prayer journal. The notes on my phone is a rockstar. Especially since I discovered you can make it read to you.Continue reading “My last weight loss journey: journaling”

Winter Season

Little Man Little man spun around and started screaming. “Pussy! Pussy! Come hur. You gotta see dis! Pussy!” The sound of his voice caused Esther to shutter. A movement that Oscar noticed. Before long this scrawny looking woman came into the living room holding a baby with three smaller children trailing behind her. They lookedContinue reading “Winter Season”

Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?

Part 8 The End This time when Bo opened her eyes, it was the sheriff. When he realized she was awake, he pointed, “this is Mini from the diner. She’s studying to be a physical therapist. We are going to get you up.” Gently, Mini moved Bo’s feet toward the floor. The sheriff put hisContinue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”

Winter Season

Uninvited guest “For what?” Her smile was warm. “This afternoon. I haven’t played in the snow,” he thought for a moment. “In a long long time.” “You’re welcome.” Her eyes sparkled. “I love snow, winter, rain, it’s magical to me.” She sighed. “I know that sounds silly.” “No, not at all.” He blushed. “Not atContinue reading “Winter Season”

Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?

Part 7 Bo opened her eyes to see an old man’s profile standing in her open door. Long white hair. Long white beard. Chad stepped into view, nose to nose with this man. “Coward!” He roared again. The sheriff’s hat bobbed in the background. “If you are not a coward, tell me then.” Was thisContinue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”

Winter Season

The invitation Ask. A voice inside his head called. Ask. “I…” he stammered looking away from her; “made a large pot of soup and I’d be honored if you’d join me for dinner.” She was stunned. The two halves of her spoke at once saying hell no and trust him. Should she let down herContinue reading “Winter Season”