#short story
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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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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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The conclusion to The Old Tired Veteran…unedited…
For a time, we won’t have to. Even though Charlie will keep yearning for another war. “It’s all we’re good for,” Charlie says. “We do the unthinkable for the ungrateful. They rest easy at night because we war against the demons they create. It’s a circle see. There are no demons until they come along… Continue reading
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The cleaned up conclusion of The Recluse…partially scrubbed…
Wilma woke to Jocko standing at the foot of her bed staring at her. He munched on a carrot. She brushed the hair out of her face and tried to smile. Her black toothed smile did little to improve her ragged looks. At one time, she was a beautiful woman. Back when everything was right… Continue reading
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A rewritten and partially scrubbed copy of The Recluse…A Short Story…
Off the road, nestled behind tall, flushed with green pine and oak trees, sat a small cedar cabin. A green steel cattle gate blocked the entrance to the drive. Around the property, an ancient brick fence in various states of disarray secured the property. People passed by often and slowed down to look. They weren’t… Continue reading
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The conclusion to Life…short story, unedited…
Daisy was on the phone when Annie began screaming. She rushed to the living room, and saw Annie contorted on the floor, her hand over her stomach. Tears ran down Annie’s cheeks. Daisy rushed to her friend and tried to calm her. “I’M A MURDERER,” Annie yelled. “Sssh, it’s okay Annie. I’m here.” “My baby,… Continue reading
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Life…A short story…unedited, incomplete…
I have too much to live for, Annie Whitmore thought as she drove through the impoverished neighborhood. I’m sixteen. My life is just getting started, and I have plans. She steered the car in the direction her in-car GPS gave her. Her destination was on the left, a seedy parking lot sat in front of… Continue reading
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Walt…new writing, unedited…
To most of the people in this rinky-dink town, I’m Simple Walt. To the rest, I am a harmless piddler, a relic of a war that no one allowed us to win. According to everyone, I saw too much and did too much, thus, my mind could not bear the strain. And that’s not the… Continue reading
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The Coon…A Possum and Mule adventure…unedited…
The brightness of the moon illuminated the bramble and briars in the thicket as we pushed through. Becky, Susie, and a handful of other dogs howled, letting us hunters know they’d treed the coon. “Come on, boys. They got him,” my dad shouted. I was maybe nine years old, my brother Mule was a year… Continue reading
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A Walk in Darkness…the conclusion…semi-scrubbed…
Those three little words, unfit for duty, destroyed whatever confidence I had left. I lost the home I bought for my family to the bank. Everything fell apart at once. I felt like Job in the Old Testament. In seven months I had lost my marriage and my career. I had 90 seizures in seven… 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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