He looked from the third-floor window of the YMCA he was staying at. His black hair and piercing brown eyes looked down at the people below. He called himself John, though his friends and parents called him Mark.
Tag Archives: Writing
Bob’s Thanksgiving
On every Thanksgiving since he became sober and accepted Jesus and God into his life Bob has donated his time every Thanksgiving feeding the homeless, dispossessed, and the poor. He does this to honor the family that in their own way, literally saved his life and offered him hope.
Buck & Stag
The two big deer with large rack of antlers on their massive heads barreled through the wilderness as shots from hunters’ rifles whizzed by them. They bounded through thick foliage, briars and brush. They sprinted up a draw and the shooting stopped as they heard voices of the men echo off the hillside.
Nine Lives of Cosmo
At any rate, I’m a cat named Cosmo who came into this world a year ago. I’m sure I was probably a doctor or lawyer in my previous life, and I came back as a cat. The irony of it all!
Observations While Sitting at a Stop Light
Driving in city traffic is stop and go and stop and go. We, well I and the other anonymous drivers who drive to our collective destination’s in our rather ordinary Fords, Buicks and Dodges ignore each other, pretend none of us exist; invisible and clueless.
The Tale of the Vampire and the Ghostwriter
Candace McIntire drafted stories about other people who paid her for her time. Ghost writing wasn’t all she enjoyed. She wrote of witchery, vampires and werewolves that went bump in the night.
Change of Seasons
I kind of enjoy the changes that each season brings to me. Winter’s snow and bare trees make way for blossoms and greenery of spring.
Barbarous Cannibals and Pet Eaters
“Can you believe this?” Barney exclaimed as a reporter from some midwestern town told a serious story concerning more goings on with illegal immigrants invading their town with cannibals and pet eaters.
The Confession
Mac remembered that day as if it was yesterday. He held it in his mind and heart for so long. He kept his secret intact with the help of rot-gut liquor such as, Irish Diamonds, Canadian Mist and Clan MacGregor. He befriended a young bartender by the name of Emily Welch.
Another Milestone to set Myself
September 2 I just turned another year older. I’m not depressed or upset, just the opposite actually. You see my loyal readers; I look forward to my annual day of living. Maybe it is because of my near-death experience from the stroke I had back in 2002.
Jerry Schellhammer 