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Heard A Good Book Lately?

Like many, I set goals for the coming year.  Last year, 2016, (had to write that one more time) I set the goal to convert all my novels into audiobooks.  I came up a little short, only six of the eight were finished by the time the ball dropped. ...

Another Flash Fiction Contest

Yet another Flash Fiction contest, yikes. In July, our local Sleuths’ Ink group is holding its “Poisoned Tea Celebration.”  I’ve only been a member for a couple of weeks, so needless to say, it will be my first.  I believe, though no one has actually told me, that the...

“I See Imaginary People”

I have an office, which is an abandoned bedroom leftover when my middle daughter moved out to attend MIZZOU.  Sometime ago, I was overheard muttering as I deleted several thousand words I had written a few days earlier. “Who are you talking to,” my wife asked as she stuck...

“And The Winner Is…”

A couple of weeks ago, I shared with you that I had entered a flash fiction contest sponsored by my local Writers Guild.  I entered my flash story called “1968” and, I won.  The members of the Guild were the judges, so I read several of the entries and...

Six Word Story Challenge

Six Word Stories . Ernest Hemingway, with one of his most brilliant or possibly his most obnoxious ideas created the six-word story. The six-word story is simply that, a story written using no more than six words. Here is the most famous written by Hemingway: “For Sale: Baby Shoes,...

Flash Fiction – 1968

From time to time, I am invited to compete in writing contests. I have never done so, until now and I thought I’d share it with you. My submission is for a “Flash Fiction”contest. The piece can be no longer than five hundred words, must use the included photo...

Gunny C.Part Four

“I realize I have a drinking problem and I am asking for help to stay sober today.” With these words, or words very much like them, Gunny C stepped forward and received a white plastic disk about the size of a poker chip. Gunny C accepted his first “surrender...

Gunny C. Part Three

Long before C even thought of joining the Marine Corps, he was a boy growing up in Birmingham, Alabama. He was tall, for his age, the bulk of him I knew wouldn’t develop until later in his life. He was embarrassed of his large hands and over-sized feet. He...

Gunny C. Part Two

Gunny C was a Marine. He was a cook, by training, and a good one. He was the NCOIC (Noncommissioned Officer In Charge) of one of the best run dining facilities on Camp Lejeune. He and the unit had received several compliments, “Atta-boys,” and Letters of Recognition. Gunny C...

Gunny C

“I don’t belong here.” The voice sounded as if it rose up and out of a well.  I shifted my gaze from the paperwork on my desk and filling the doorway to my office was the largest man I have ever seen.  He stood six foot eight in socks,...