lover of words, and the untold stories
BA in journalism/news editorial
TCU Horned Frogs alum
Undercover they were known as the assassins, when they took out a family of possums living in the eaves of the house. We could never figure out if it was the squat-body, part terrier or the tall-solid muscle one. Neither one of them fessed up to the crime.
By RedWritor4 years ago in Petlife
CHAPTER 1 Journal entry 1: I don’t know his name. I’ve never heard it spoken out loud, unless I did hear and didn’t associate it with his face – his mannerisms. But, I call him Shy.
By RedWritor4 years ago in Fiction
Sarah held the porcelain cup to her lips, and sipped the rose tea slowly, while staring through the shear-laced curtains. On a clear day, she could see well-passed the overgrown oak tree with its swaying branches to the old barn built by her grandpa’s bare hands eons ago. The reiterated family tall tale told of how ol’ Bud drew up the plans to the hand-cut lumber to the wagon haul down a mountain (there were none around) to hand-carried planks on his back to molding his own nails.
During the early years of marriage, it was hard to go to bed angry because of our sleeping arrangements. No matter what the disagreement was about, an attempt to remain separate from one another failed. Even gripping the bed’s edge to keep from rolling, invariably by the morning, we were right back together.
By RedWritor4 years ago in Families
“Body? What body? There’s a body?” I look around the room at the others. Am I missing something? I thought we were only going out for drinks, and then whatever else happens for a night of catching up for old times sake’s, but it’s evident something else happened before I got here.
I’d be lying if I said in 2022 that I plan to go to bed on time. Or that I’d have an established time to be under the covers. Shoots, I can barely get off the couch, having dozed off right after dinner. A food coma, I’m famous for those.
By RedWritor4 years ago in Longevity
Briton opened the car’s back door, tossed the worn brown leather briefcase inside, closed the door and opened the front door to sit inside. He started the car first, putting on the defroster for the front and back window, before closing the door.
Drinking 9 p.m. – George and Carlos started drinking after work, seated underneath a pecan tree behind the tire warehouse. The night supervisor let down the metal doors, attached the padlocks, and keyed in the code. Manuel backed his truck up there, unloaded two cases of Budweiser, and the drinking began, sitting at the picnic tables, reliving the business of the day and the plans for the weekend.
Circa 1965, Washington County, Jersey We started on the road early, ‘cause the misses is under the weather, been up since 10 a.m. the other day, puking her lungs, heart and head out. She said it felt that way, I know I saw it all. Every meal we had for the week, the meatballs, the cheese, the green beans and even corn from two Sundays back. Guess, it took a while to filter through. Smh.
I’ve always had short hair, short sassy and natural. Natural hair and manageable. Manageable and untangled; untangled and definitely not long.
By RedWritor4 years ago in Viva
She loved him; even if he didn’t remember her birthday. He was not good at those things. He didn’t remember most things that wasn’t his way.
By RedWritor4 years ago in Poets
“The Lord will provide...” the Telsa House Sisters sang aloud as they folded, kneaded and shaped balls of dough into loaves of bread, pretzels and rolls while their angelic voices bounced down the chapel halls.
