The follow story snippet was written in response to this month’s theme of contrast as well as the picture prompt below. Strange Dwellings There had been stories of dwarves, fairies, hobbits and any number of other strange humanish creatures. At first it was just the stories of the house that reached my ears. A strange… Continue reading Strange Dwellings
There is a place among us that I call home, in the broken splinters of a crystal dome where shattered dreams are mixed and matched and unborn loves are free to hatch. Memories walk here every day in feet of stone and bodies of clay. They hold tight to the fantasy land while fighting the… Continue reading Another Day
The room is dimly lit by recessed lighting. Its dimmer switch is currently set to a low setting to draw little to no attention into the room. The walls are a dirty yellowish colour. They are bare, no clock, no pictures, and nothing decorative or inviting. Sydni is aware of hushed voices behind her talking… Continue reading Interrogation
Their hands joined as one. She laid her small delicate fingers overtop of his strong rugged ones. The heat from his skin rose up to warm the coolness that she carried in her own hands and it provided her with comfort. She imaged his sturdy hand enveloping her hand with its capability to encompass… Continue reading His & Hers: Strikingly Different
I think my first post for The Penis Chronicles was simply called Raising Boys: The Penis Chronicles I posted it in 2016. In 2017 I participated in the A – Z challenge and all my posts were Raising Boys: The Penis Chronicles. Letter A can be found here: Raising Boys: The Penis Chronicles presents the… Continue reading Introducing the chronicles as a weekly platform
Millions of feathery ice crystals fell from the sky enveloping the ground in a wintry blanket. The magical possibility of a snowman’s life glistened in each sparkling white flake. Old man winter whispered on the winds and his message carried to the ears of red cheeked children as their faces turned up to the sky… Continue reading Seasonal Rhythm
Some of you might remember last year’s Letter from Santa. Well, this will be year two and I didn’t forget to share: Santa ClausSanta’s Workshop25 Christmas Bell LaneNorth Pole, CanadaH0H-H0H December 24, 2018 The Marshall BoysAddress Dear boys, I hope this finds you both happy and in good health. As you know it is that… Continue reading Letters from Santa – Year 2
I associate fruit cake as a grandparent Christmas Tradition. Dad and I always celebrated the holidays with his parents. Looking back on it I see that there were a few things that I took for granted like that Christmas fruit cake grandparents love so much. Even now, when fruit cake isn’t something that makes it… Continue reading A Christmas Shade
I hear bickering. I hear: 7 year old: “Oh yeah, you’re a vagina king!” 4 year old: “Smell my butt!” Now, had these boys been about 10 years older I am sure I would have died from shock. However, my alarmed brain realized that they were selecting random word combinations for maximum impact. So, “vagina… Continue reading Your Guess is as Good as Mine
“That’s great that you put your shirt on, but your ass will be cold on the way to school if you don’t put on your underwear and pants” (Letter T 2017 A-Z). He comes flying into the room wearing only his pajama shirt and carrying the days clothing. A devilish smirk is plastered on his… Continue reading Mental Eye Roll
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 