Mack D. Ames
Bio
Tongue-in-cheek humor. Educator & hobbyist writer in Maine, USA. Mid50s. Emotional. Forgiven. Thankful. One wife, 2 adult sons, 1 dog. Novel: Lost My Way in the Darkness: Jack's Journey. https://a.co/d/6UE59OY. Not pen name Bill M, partly.
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Thumper
Hi. My name is Thumper, and I'm an AmericanEskimoPomeranianPekingese mix. I know that's a mouthful! Have you seen my tiny mouth? Is it any wonder they call me "the Underbiter" when I have that mouthful to say whenever someone asks what breed I am?? At least I'm cute. I can't imagine being a mouthful of ugly. I'm cute, and my humans call me "fluffbutt," "fluffnuggett," and "Mr. Dawg."
By Mack D. Ames3 years ago in Petlife
Snapped Off
Hurricane season rarely affects us, and tornadoes are unheard of. Earthquakes unsettle the population once a year but never more than 3.4 on the Richter scale. The way that nature gets us is with Downeasters, or more appropriately written, Downeastah.
By Mack D. Ames3 years ago in Confessions
If Walls Could Talk...
If walls could talk, Lynne Lining would have been in her element. Well, Lynne was in her element, barking orders. "'Cid! Move that celery over here! Zy! Why haven't you sorted that peanut butter yet? There's more coming down the chute any minute now, and we've got to get this stuff put in the right cells! Let's go!"
By Mack D. Ames3 years ago in Fiction
What Lies Behind
"You have no idea what I have seen, Travis. You come in here thinking you're a big shot, tough guy. You act like you're going to take the bosses down. You don't care if it's the cops or the inmates. You're just hell-bent on living your way, your rules, and god-damn everybody else."
By Mack D. Ames3 years ago in Fiction
Stories with Mr. Paisley
"If walls could talk," how often have you heard that? I'm gonna bet you've heard it in some interesting situations! And by interesting, I mean you're probably happy that we can't talk. I know I'm not much to look at just now, but I've been around for more than a century, so I've been privy to a few things, and just because my man Marcus can't take a decent picture to save his life don't mean I ain't got some stories worth reading! So, grab a cup of tea or hot chocolate, a handful of your favorite cookies, keep an ear on the Super Bowl or whatever else is playing on TV and settle in for stories with Mr. Paisley. Who's that? That's me, of course. Mr. Paisley. The Wall. Can't you see the pattern on me in this picture? You can't? Well, I'm there. I'll have to talk later with Marcus and see if he can take some photography lessons. How embarrassing.
By Mack D. Ames3 years ago in Fiction
I had a friend
I had a friend. He was handsome and smart. He had a great smile, an infectious laugh, and the ability to make others comfortable around him, even if they didn’t understand the situation as well as he seemed to. He didn’t put others down. He never belittled, and despite his superior processing abilities, I never felt inferior to him. He helped me pass some difficult classes in high school, in particular, and I’ve never forgotten his patience with me when I struggled to understand concepts and procedures.
By Mack D. Ames3 years ago in Humans
