#The Recluse
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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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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 Recluse…Rewrite continues…
Davy walked down to the sub-basement and sat down at his laptop, and he flipped the screen up. A small clock sat on his desk, it read 1800. Something about the boy had touched some part of him. He opened his word processor and began to type: “I didn’t join the military because I hated… Continue reading
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The rewrite of The Recluse continues…
Billy and Belle spent the remainder of the day at the waterway. They skipped stones and played in the water. Billy and Belle made their way home with the setting sun. Billy walked his friend to the front gate of her ramshackle home. The lights were off, and her mom’s car was gone from the… Continue reading
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Another portion of The Recluse…the rewrite continues…
Stupid kids, Davy thought as he sat at his laptop. Since his return from the war, Davy had opted for an isolated existence, not for mental health reasons or from a deep-rooted hatred for his neighbors, but because he felt trapped in a world where no one understood him. Words were his only friends, and… Continue reading
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The Recluse…rewrite #3…
Off the road, nestled behind tall, flushed with green pine and oak trees, was 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 Recluse…the finished product, unedited but complete…
Off the road, nestled behind pine and oak trees, was a small cabin. A wrought iron fence blocked the entrance to the drive. People would pass by and slow down to look. ‘Maybe he’s out today,’ seemed to be the consensus of everyone in town. A sign hung from the gate, its message was clear:… Continue reading
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The Recluse…new writing, unedited, incomplete…
YEAH, I BELIEVE IN MONSTERS. I LIVE WITH A COUPLE OF THEM. THEY WEAR HUMAN FACES AND REEK OF EVIL- BELLE. Jocko was growing impatient. He conned Wilma into marrying him by offering the best of his stock. Hidden behind the vulgar tattoos that adorned his flesh, and the dead eyes, he possessed a brilliant… Continue reading
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The Recluse…new writing, unedited and incomplete…
Wilma and Jocko watched as Belle walked home from school. Neither were riding a new high. Their eyes were clear, not a sign of haze was in either pair of eyes. Wilma’s eyes were sad, but Jocko looked dangerous. Like he had decided to take what he had been craving, Belle thought. “Hey, momma.” “Hey sugar bear.… 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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