Kai examined his spear to make sure it was sharp. He lined up his snorkel mask and fins. “I hope for a nice Mona tonight,” he said “Oh, that would be good,” his wife Hana smiled back at him. “They have been scarce these days, it must be the current.” “A nod from the ancient … Continue reading
It was gonna be a good day to ride, chumming around with Keith and Tommy. It was really just Keith and me who were good friends, but Tommy had the best truck for doing ice donuts in deserted parking lots. So even though he was a square, we let him come along for transportation reasons. … Continue reading
Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/ “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you should be in school, why are you here?” “Lunch,” I answered weakly. “So, you like baseball cards, do ya?” asked the dark cop. “Umm, yeah,” I said. “Yeah!” he bellowed. … 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
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
So we left our heroine, Mary Ann Davis on the cusp of having entered the county beauty pageant to compete for prize money which she desperately needed to go to medical assistant school in California. Mary Ann’s career goals were limited in her little town so she had decided she wanted to be an assistant … Continue reading
In case you need to read the previous: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/leaving-witt-2/ “So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. It was an application for the Miss Rutherford County Contest. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him. “I’m helping you get … Continue reading
Old Ned could put his nose in the air and smell misery from miles away. He never missed an opportunity to help. Oh yes, Ned was good like that. He made cloven tracks right towards the sound of a mournful soul in need. Farmer Bixby sat on a large rock. The brilliant moon bathed him … Continue reading
It was werewolf weather yesterday, misty rain and cloudy. Seriously, if we had moors instead of mesquites, it could happen. Why do I think this? Two words: Monster Quest. Thankfully we have TV shows like Monster Quest to show all of us unsuspecting citizens what is lurking out there in forests, bayous, parking garages and … Continue reading
Johnny Kreps watched his Uncle Todd put the final coat of wax on his vintage Dodge Charger. He bent over the hood, giving it a once over from side. Todd wasn’t young anymore, but he still embraced motors and mayhem. Grandma Gloria said Todd never would grow up. They had sat around that little round … Continue reading
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