Nashoba was tracking deer along the Wichita River when a snake spooked his horse. Ordinarily he would not have lost his balance, but lately, he had fallen victim to Head In Clouds disease. He had thrown stones at She Who Loves Butterflies, and she had not responded. The horse warned him, then reared into the … Continue reading
Part 1 is here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2018/06/10/the-summer-of-the-yellow-jackets/ “See that, kids. The town is behind us. We are gonna rock this year!” Coach Grey exclaimed. “Lookout, Kingland!” said Oliver. “Well, we don’t want to get all crazy, they still got a good team. Don’t ya’ll get lazy and quit batting practice. We will still keep working!” Coach Grey … Continue reading
Part 1: If you go back to the edge of time, you can find it there on the corner of Ivy and 4th streets. You would need to look closely to see, but still, you could. Examining that old chain link fence, you could make out the dents carved from 1973 where the ball struck … Continue reading
If someone had told Greg Taylor that he’d be rewriting the history of Ironic Things Laced with Rock Music lyrics one day, he wouldn’t have taken them seriously. In the early 1980s, he and his band members were enrolled in high school Ag class. Ag being short for Agriculture, of course. As part of the … Continue reading
“Where in the world did all those red Cannas go?” asked Aunt Agnes looking out her window. “The ones in the circle flower bed out front?” “Yes, the ones in front of our building, Jillie!” “My goodness, they aren’t there? I haven’t a clue!” I said as I looked out the window with her. I … Continue reading
Whispering Falls was a bit of a lie because there were no falls at all, just a river that every now and then, completely dried up. When it wasn’t dry, it was just running through a little wannabe city. Someone had a great idea one day to put the falls back into Whispering Falls, … Continue reading
Meet Daryl, he is a character from the 1990s. I need to know on a scale of 1-10 how detestable he is. Daryl knew what they wanted when he saw that note on his desk. He sat and stared at it for a few minutes. It read: “NANCY SARGENT WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU.” … Continue reading
So I found myself walking atop Big Blue trying to talk a vampire down from the ledge. Of course, I knew him, after all, we go way back. Not as far back as we could go, as I’m obviously not a vampire, mind you. He wasn’t even old in vampire years yet, but old enough … Continue reading
This is an old story that I wrote approximately 200 years ago, otherwise known as the 1990s, for a creative writing class that I was taking for credit hours in English lit. Professor I Don’t Remember His Name said that this story “did not bother him that much” but that I leaned much too heavily … Continue reading
1736 Lamont Street. I knew this was the place when I first saw it. A stately Victorian tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. The house looked majestic sitting there bordered by lovely rows of azaleas across the front, their pink, frilly blooms jutting out over the slender, almost lime green leaves. Sure, it needed … Continue reading
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