Numchucks, the Legend Chapter 11 Marshall, Texas~ I pulled up in front of Sandra's house with my truck pulling a sixteen foot flat bed trailer. Numchucks was in the bed of truck wagging his tail for he knew where Shinkers lived. It was March and the weather was nice, spring was in the air. "What's the trailer for?" Sandra asked as she came out to greet C...
I asked Ted to write this story, but he wouldn't. He said it wasn't a big deal, but I saw what he did with my own eyes. It was one of the hot summer days just a couple of weeks ago. Ted came home early, done with his schedules at the Massage Therapy College. As he bounced in the door, he hollered, "Lee! Grab some things and let's hit the river!" Well, he d...
Boo had settled into the rocky crevice only 10 minutes earlier. He loved watching the animals along the far shore of the roaring river. He had put on his camouflaged face hood, carefully arranged the netting to cover his shadowed form and readied his binoculars. A cool morning and Boo was eagerly awaiting the sun and the creeping rays would soon peek around...
She was the only one naked on the stage. This was the final act of "Lysistrata", a comic play written by Aristophanes about 2400 years ago. This production was put on by the drama department of a mid-sized college, and the limited advertising said the school had taken some liberties with certain details, but the basic premise of the drama remained intact a...
I first heard them upon my arrival into the Australian outback on my way to meet my husband. They pounded so faint in the distance and so loud in my memory, those native drums beating so forcefully to some hidden ceremony, some secret warning. I recall them completely invading the river route I was taking to my destination. The small boat carrying me held...
Jessica was driving pretty fast toward her grandfather's farm along the river. She had imposed a deadline on herself and wanted to be in position in plenty of time. She was heading for a "special" beach near a long sweeping bend in the river where fine sand had built up over a few million years or so. The beach was great and the river flowed slowly so swimmi...
***This is chapter four of a multi-part series. You'll want to read the preceding chapters first to get to know the characters and setting. If you have feedback feel free to share it. Send me a message or write a comment. I hope everyone understands this is fiction. If you're anonymous and complain something is offensive or unsexy, I honestly couldn't care l...
A new take on an old tale. All characters are over the age of 18. ---- I well remember the day I first noticed her watching us bathing in the river near the castle. On hot summer afternoons, our father sometimes let my older brothers and me leave our chores at the mill for an hour or so and run down to the river to cool off and have a bit of fun. He was...
The ride to town is a long one. I sat in the middle, between Grayson and River, messing with an old iPod shuffle that plugged into the radio via cassette adapter. The iPod was a throw back from their college days and it was exciting to see what kind of music Grayson liked. Apparently, he is a 90s punk and grunge lover. The playlists are filled with Sublime,...
It was a bright morning with clouds in the distance and the forest swaying in with the zephyr. Pafin was dressed lightly in shorts and shirt, hiking along enjoying sights of nature while keeping track of time on her watch. A while in she came across a river with groups of trees scattered along the shore. Pafin walked down to a shaded spot underneath a tree,...