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Good afternoon…an update about today, from the desk of Jayce Wellspring…
Today has been a day. I got started early and began by drinking a cup of coffee, followed by yard work, and it culminated in loading up some things at our cabin. Now, I am home and sipping coffee. I’ve not accomplished much writing recently, and I’m worse off for it. I did finish A… Continue reading
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A Joyful Life…a bit of my personal testimony…unedited and incomplete…
For His anger endureth but a moment; in His favor is life: Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalms 30:5 I’m often asked, “Why are you such a curmudgeon?” That question bothers me, if for no other reason than for the sheer audacity of people thinking they know me. … Continue reading
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Clubber…fresh writing, straight from the desk of Jayce Wellspring…unedited, incomplete…
Konan studied his new partner, his eyes taking in the woman known as Detective Katlyn Prescott. She stood a flat-footed 5’8 and in heels she stood near 6’0. Her red hair, styled in a pixie cut, meshed well with her blue-grey eyes. Katlyn was toned, at least from what Konan could observe, and she carried… Continue reading
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Clubber…A Thermopolis Konan and Dr. Katlyn Prescott Mystery…The beginning…unedited…
The screams of Tara A. Nikita echoed off the walls of the abandoned workshop that housed her. “No one can hear you,” a masked figure said to her. “You’re all alone here. Well, except for me of course.” “Who are you? Why do this to me?” Tara sobbed, frantically trying to get out of the… Continue reading
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The next part of Goldilocks and the TTB…unedited…
The heavy stomp of muddy boots sounded on the wooden plank sidewalk outside of the General Store, and Goldilocks peeked out the window from the second floor. Abel Grimley and two others stood outside the door. One of the men, the tallest of the trio, shoved the door in and it banged off a barrel… Continue reading
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Burn…an old short story gets rewritten…
Red trails of light glinted in the surface of the puddles of water outside of the bus terminal. Normally, tires whined on the dry pavement, but on this dreary day they made a sloosh sound. I sat on a damp bench underneath an overhang and paid little attention to the hum of life that went on… Continue reading
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Good afternoon!
Howdy from North Mississippi! I’m just sitting down to write a post for my blog. This morning was full tilt. My wife and I went down to the VA first thing this morning for some lab work. Then, we made our way toward home, making intermittent stops along the way. Last night, I rewrote and… Continue reading
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Prompt Answer…
What is the last thing you learned? Man, this thing doesn’t ask the easy questions, does it? Once again, I will assume its referencing writing. I’ve learned the importance of rewriting recently. For instance, my current project is Rhianna’s Tearful Chalice. I’m only ten pages into the rewrite, but the scenes seem much fuller, more… Continue reading
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Good morning…
Howdy. I’m sitting at my kitchen table and sipping on my first cup of coffee. My wife, Chassidy and I have walked Casanova and Chunk this morning. Both dogs play underneath my feet as I write this. Play is the wrong word. Act out rambunctiously is a more apt description. Chunk’s bigger than Casanova, so… Continue reading
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Daily Prompt Answer:
Who are your favorite people to be around? I happen to enjoy being around people who are smart, intelligent, and witty. As such, I like people who don’t take themselves to seriously. Also, I like people who can return my sarcasm with some of their own. I can’t be friends with humorless folks. I’m usually… Continue reading
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Clown World: Book Two continues…unedited rough draft…
The conference room, it was an empty tan tent that served as a conference room, held only a large table. A table that Rae and her boogaloo bandits had acquired from a local furniture store, along with a dozen chairs. Francis stood at the head of the table, stogie in her mouth, and a hard… Continue reading
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A Walk in Darkness…the rewrite continues…unedited…
In the beginning… What a way to start any story. You can feel the goosebumps, right? Something’s going to happen, a change or choice will be made, and you caught it at the very start. Every time I’ve ever cracked open my Bible, those words soaked in. There was nothing, but then…bam…there was light. In… Continue reading
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A Walk in Darkness…the rewrite continues…unedited/incomplete….
Do you like camping? I did prior to my time in the military. Upon arrival in Kuwait, we stood on the tarmac and waited to board the buses that would carry us to our destination. “Load up,” a senior NCO barked, and we moved forward and began to load the bus from the rear. I ended… Continue reading
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Clown World: Book Two continues…unedited…
Camp Charlie: 23:04 Issac Smith and Jayson Rodriguez stand watching for signs of enemy movement from Tower 6. From their position, they keep a lonely vigil on the southernmost point of the camp. Through the thermal optic, Smith can see that two hundred yards of open terrain that runs into a sheer rock face of… Continue reading
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Clown World: Book Two…unedited, incomplete…
Welcome to Clown World. The Lurkers are winning. Across America, thousands of college campuses are vacant, the athletic facilities no longer have crowds, and throngs of angry students no longer litter the streets. Now, instead of screeching voices and students lifting their fists above their heads, only the guttural groaning of the Lurkers with their… Continue reading
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A Walk in Darkness: Rewrite #2…unedited…incomplete….
My mind felt fractured, like shavings of wood gathered about the feet of a sawhorse. It seemed I had lost the ability to form full sentences and make coherent sense. At least that’s what registered on the faces of my family. They stared at me with wide eyes, their mouths dropped open. I would close… Continue reading
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The start of Book Three of Clown World…unedited…
For as long as I can remember, man has always been man. The thirst for power has always dragged man under the waves for as long as humankind has walked on two legs. Man is the most vicious animal in the world, far exceeding bloodthirsty lions, or even the gigantic dinosaurs that roamed earth and… Continue reading
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A Re-worked version of Holes…unedited/complete…
I am trapped in a hole. The sun hadn’t risen fully from its bed when I walked across the porch with a warm mug of coffee in hand. I sat in my favorite rocker, a faded hickory chair that had a reversed back that supported my lower lumbar system. Birds sang, and somewhere down in the… Continue reading
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Good morning…unedited…
Howdy! It’s a cold day here in North Mississippi. The wind is howling and I have the beginnings of sinus pressure. ‘Tis the season to have colds and flu-like symptoms. I am sitting on the couch with Chunk. He’s made it clear that he prefers the warmth of the propane heater to the chilly temp… Continue reading
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Weekly update #2…Let’s catch up!
Good morning. Happy Sunday! It’s time for my weekly update. Things were hectic this week. I spent many hours on the road, traveling to and fro to various appointments and what have you. Thursday evening, I drove to Memphis to visit an old friend who I had not seen in fifteen years. We laughed, caught… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…The rewrite continues…unedited/incomplete…
Friends until the end. Continue reading
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The Murder Business…The beginning of the rewrite…unedited…
The abandoned warehouses stood as a silent witness, along with the full moon that hung precariously in the sky, as two black Chevrolet pickups pulled into an overgrown parking lot. Fifteen minutes ticked by before another black Tahoe joined them. Tia Mathers, Chief of Police for the town of Fredericksburg, stepped out. Mayor Tim Smith… Continue reading
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Another small part of AHDDS…unedited…
Bray Farkin and Sara M. Templeton sat in the office, the awkward silence bordering on outright hostility. Sara refused to meet Farkin’s eyes. Bray kept his eyes on Sara. His had managed his anger and kept it veiled from the officers, but Sara’s inability to keep her mouth shut had almost led to more mistakes.“When… Continue reading
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Good morning! A recounting of yesterday’s experience at the VA…unedited…
Good morning! May you all have a blessed day! Continue reading
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The reconstruction continues…A Hot Day Down South…unedited…
We’re finally getting somewhere now, Konan thought as he drove through the quiet streets. We now know the weapon used to mark the victims is a double-edged fleshing knife. Konan pulled his phone out and called Lilly. “Hey,” she said. “Where are you?” “I’m headed out to Donne’s Funeral Home to make arrangements for Amber.” “That’s… Continue reading
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Non-Fiction writing on a Monday morning…unedited…
This morning’s post is about my struggle to lose weight, and the benefits of said weight loss. Continue reading
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A Walk among the Trees…unedited…
There’s this area I walk from time to time. To get away, to reset my mind and body, to hear something other than the screeching of modern life. In this vast park, I find my soul. I’m overdue for a walk among the trees. The serene bubbling of rushing water is calming to my harried… Continue reading
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Thermopolis Konan and The 112th Files…unedited…
I drove us back to the parking garage and killed my truck. Ashley leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I grinned like an idiot, but dang if it didn’t feel good. “I’ll see you later, Thermopolis,” Ashley said as she climbed out of my truck. “Take care of yourself, and thanks… Continue reading
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Snatched…the conclusion…unedited…
Captain Walters led Titus to his quarters. A splendid meal was placed on the dining table. Walters sat at the head of the table and gestured for Titus to sit at the end. “When will we arrive in Havana, Captain Walters?” Walters smiled and cut into the tender meat. He shoved a forkful of it… Continue reading
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Snatched…new writing, incomplete…unedited…
Rankin helped the kid up, and led him to one of the ambulances. I walked up to Manson. “Where’s Lilly? Rankin said she’s okay.” Manson wrapped her arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. “She was conscious when the paramedics whisked her away. They took her to Memorial Hospital to get checked out.… Continue reading
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Snatched…today’s writing…unedited…
Jeremiah stood in the living room and watched the thieves disappear in the wee hours of the morning. “How odd,” he thought to himself, “they didn’t even seem concerned that I would call the cops. That’s the strangest robbery ever…” A noise sounded from the library, and Jeremiah turned. A small smile crept across his… Continue reading
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Snatched…new writing, unedited, incomplete…
At 0830, Lilly walked into the police precinct and made her a cup of coffee. Konan walked in just as she sat down. She blew on the coffee and watched as he poured himself a cup. After taking a sip, she called down to holding and had Bronowski brought up to an empty interview room.… Continue reading
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Faithless…another new piece of writing…unedited…
We walked out of the Fredericks Building into the warm sunshine. Lilly got in on the passenger side, and I drove us toward the police precinct. “Do you think the board members know where the missing Trinity folks are hiding?” “I think they’re dead.” Lilly looked over at me and frowned. I gave her my… Continue reading
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Faithless…new writing, unedited…
“Travis Franks. You remember him?” “Um, no. I remember Yvonne,” Konan said. Lilly rolled her eyes. “How could you forget her? You panted after like a dog in heat.” Ashley laughed, while Konan blushed red. He shook his head no but kept his mouth shut. “Okay, I guess we should go let Yvonne know that… Continue reading
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You’re what you do…unedited…
It’s funny how writing is sometimes free and flowing, and other times it’s like having all your teeth ripped out without any meds to deaden the pain. Today is like the latter. My eye is drawn to a white envelope upon which I scrawled these words: “You are not what you say you are, you… Continue reading
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A few words of encouragement…unedited…
I woke to this thought this a.m. “We all tried harder when scraps were all we had to offer, but all too often our best efforts ended in failure.” For some reason, I seem stuck in this point of ‘doing your best.’ This is not the first time I’ve sat at my computer and typed something… Continue reading
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My trip to the library….unedited…
Good afternoon. Earlier today, I posted a piece of a writing about rewriting AWID. Apparently, as I was writing, I received a message on my phone from my local library. “Larry,” Mrs. Beverly drawled into my voicemail. “Those Civil War books you wanted are now available. We’re closing at three this afternoon, swing by if… Continue reading
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A piece of writing as I take a break from AWID…unedited…
I am in my library trying to rewrite A Walk in Darkness. I’m trying, I really am. The memory of my war is still fresh after all this time. I write some, cry, and write some more. Even as I write this story, again, for not the first time either, people are dying in Ukraine. The… Continue reading
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A Walk in Darkness…the nitty gritty…unedited…
Our new home sat on the corner of two major routes through the city of Baghdad. Along one, they built three bases along it. Each camp housed a major Army battalion, along with several other units. Each camp had a specific purpose. The largest sat at the end of the route, and it was an… Continue reading
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The Rainy Ripper…further scrubbing of the opening….
“Rain. Why not? There is nothing like investigating a murder in the middle of a freaking hurricane.” Thermopolis Konan lifted his collar to shield his neck from the deluge. His ride should have been here ten minutes ago. “It’s always the same crap; make the new guy wait.” An unmarked Crown Vic pulled up next to the… Continue reading
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A Walk in Darkness…the rewrite…
I remember… Those two little words are both rapturous and the bane of my existence. My memories have led me to this place, this abyss of depression and anxiety. It’s a mental prison filled with the screams of the past, a place of oppressive darkness. I sat in the glaring white office of Dr. Wilson… Continue reading
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No! Daily Prompt Answer…
I don’t often say no to anything, but I am protective of my writing time. Thankfully, I have a wonderful spouse that is supportive of me and my goals. That saves me from being brutish when it comes to me writing. Continue reading
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Secret abilities!?
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had? I wish I had the ability to absorb knowledge and apply said knowledge competently without hours or years of study. Continue reading
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Weather?!
What is your favorite type of weather? My favorite season is fall, but my favorite type of weather is stormy. To me there’s no better snuggling weather. I love the boom of thunder, and the quick strikes of lightning. “God’s rearranging His furniture,” my dad would say of thunder. I don’t know how accurate that… Continue reading
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Most influential teacher…Prompt Answer…
Who was your most influential teacher? Why? As far as teaching goes, it had to be SFC Madsen. I had just made Sergeant, and he took me aside and said, “Don’t be like most people. Make a decision and stand by it.” Continue reading
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The conclusion to A Joyful Life…unedited, but a complete draft…
During the fall of 2022, I raked leaves into a pile in front of my cabin. As I looked around, I began to notice how blessed I was. For instance, I had lost a home in 2011, but now I owned a house that was paid off and thirty acres of land. I’d lost a… Continue reading
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Wishlist…?! Prompt Answer…
This question threw me for a loop for a second. My wife said, “I wish I could spend more time remodeling my home into a state of completeness.” That’s a pretty good answer. I wish I could spend more time looking up at the stars and enjoying the quietness of a simple life. Two answers… Continue reading
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Tattoo?! Daily Prompt Answer…
This won’t take long, for I have no tattoos. However, I once wanted one of a Celtic cross with bloody dog tags hanging from it, and a scroll draped over it that read: Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. If I had got the tattoo… Continue reading
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Describing me…Prompt Answer…
What is one word that describes you? Man, I hate these questions. Mainly because I don’t see myself the way other’s do, and it wants me to describe myself. Hmm. Loyal, that’s a word I use to describe myself. Truthful, brutally so, but that’s another word I use to describe me. Stubborn. Grouch. Friendly. Redeemed.… Continue reading
About Me
I’m a retired soldier. Writer and full – time coffee addict. I was born and raised in Mississippi, and I joined the Army at 28 for a life of adventure and travel. Interests include: Reading, walking my two pups, Casanova and Chunk, spending time with my wife Chassidy, and trying to pen the next great American novel. I am on Instagram under Freeman’s Front Porch Musings. I sometimes do Twitter under LarryF7371.
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