Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock
Bio
Retired Ordained Elder in The United Methodist Church having served for a total of 30 years in Missouri, South Dakota & Kansas.
Born in Watertown, SD on 9/26/1959. Married to Sandra Jellison-Knock on 1/24/1986. One son, Keenan, deceased.
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Stories (155)
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Tunnels & Homes of the Evanai
It was the third time Patrick had gone upstairs to check on the roof since the three of them had eaten supper. He was trying to keep himself from climbing those five stories more than once every two hours, but it was going to be difficult now that Heather & Josiah were asleep. She had given out shortly after they’d put the baby to bed & he was glad for that. She needed the rest. Seventy-two straight hours of record-breaking snowfall & blizzard conditions were putting everyone in the apartment complex on edge.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Riding the Fugues
Corbin watched the dying embers of the fire from where he lay on the cabin rug. He had always found mesmerizing the waves of orange & yellow, highlighted with flicking tongues of blue. They had the power to transport him to magical lands of haunting beauty filled with excitement & danger, contentment & peace.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Flashing Yellow
It took a moment for Perry to remember where he was. The snow had broken his fall from the roof twice—first, when he landed on the billowy softness up top; & second, when he broke through & hit the ground below. Looking up he could see the entrance he’d made & the heavy snow from outside still falling toward him.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Marge's Requiem
If their bull terrier couldn’t leave him, neither could Marge. Teri remained curled up facing him, occasionally licking his hand, sniffing around his neck & head, or trying to nuzzle her way under his arm. Marge just held onto him, rubbing his back & side as though it might somehow restore his life, & letting her tears roll off her cheeks, drenching the bed.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Where Have All the Pear Trees Gone?
Carson awoke with a sufficiently severe migraine that he knew immediately he was too sober to face the day. He wasn’t sure what he needed to do first, however: pour another scotch or turn off the… he couldn’t think of curse words bad enough for the blanking alarm boring through his skull which had finally awakened him. It wasn’t his alarm clock because he knew he hadn’t set it. So, he decided on the scotch until he could figure out from what part of the room the noise was coming.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Bottom of the Pond
Clarisse looked out the kitchen window as she washed the dishes. Seth was at work, the kids were in school & she had the day off, just looking for things to keep busy. Across the drive they had a big pond she normally thought was beautiful—a nice island in the middle with an arched, stained wooden bridge crossing over to it, two fountains to keep the water clean, aerated & fresh, a variety of trees shading the banks (including a weeping willow on the island with three sets of alternating picnic tables & benches around its base), and a variety of fish ranging from catfish to perch, sunfish & walleye. There was a rope tied to a tree limb where the kids (&, let’s face it, mom & dad, too) could swing out over the water & either jump or dive in (they kept that part of the pond especially deep & free of rocks & debris with regular dredging).
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Pennificence
Penny knew that Ralph should be home with the kids by the time she got there. He had arranged his schedule so that all this school year he got done with work at three in the afternoon so he could pick them up. He also took them to school in the morning. He was pretty much kid-erific—strict, but also a lot of fun. He had boundaries to keep them safe, doing well in school, & playing nicely with others. But within those boundaries he allowed for a lot of wiggle-room. He rarely got rattled with them.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Murray's Reprieve
Murray made it home last night before the storm hit. Their bull terrier met him at the door, as was her custom, anxious for a pat on the head & a scratching of her back. They’d named her Teri—not very imaginative, but who needs creativity when you’re happy & content? Marge had prepared one of his favorite meals: fresh homemade lefse, potatis korv, lightly glazed carrots, hot German potato salad, with rosettes covered in powdered sugar for dessert.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
A Cartridge in a Bare Tree
Leah was on her phone as Perry walked out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. He’d just finished taking a shower & had nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist. She had the phone pressed to her ear, intent upon listening, hoping that Corbin would finally pick up, & so hadn’t noticed his meager attire.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
