*Note: Hey guys, sorry I haven’t been updating much lately. I’ve hit a bit of a busy streak and haven’t had much time or energy to spare. This blog is still active though! I can’t guarantee a consistent upload schedule, but just know there will still be updates. With that out of the way, here’s a little something I’ve been thinking of for a while and finally wrote down. If I could draw a straight line this would be a children’s book. Maybe someday!
Take Me Too
In a distant land there lived an old, scrunched up woman. She lived in a rickety old shack just outside of town. Every morning she walked the long road into town with a knobby walking stick in one hand and a scratchy potato sack in the other. She walked through the streets looking for road-kill—you know, the poor little critters hit by cars. Turtles, birds, squirrels, raccoons, possums, rabbits, snakes, cats, deer, and yes, even a dog or two. She gathered all these up in her potato sack with care, overlooking not even the smallest of rodents. All the town’s people laughed at the old woman. “She’s a witch!” They cried. “She cooks them in a big pot and eats them!” The old woman paid the people no mind and continued with her task. When the light faded from the sky she began the long trek home.
What the town’s people didn’t know is that the old scrunched up woman really was a witch, and once home she did indeed dump the animals into a big pot over a fire. With the addition of a little bit of this and a little bit of that and a good stirring or two… The animals began to crawl and fly out of the pot! The witch didn’t cook and eat the animals (she was in fact a stout vegetarian) but instead brought them back to life, good as new! You see, this witch was one of the good ones, and possessed a heart so pure and kind she took pity on those animals whose lives ended so abruptly. The revived animals stayed with the witch and she looked after them all her days, teaching them the importance of patience and looking both ways before crossing a street.
P.S. Wow! I’m so close to 200 followers! That’s crazy! Once again, thank you to every single one of you for giving my writing the time of day. It means the world.
‘Tis the season! This week we get two new (sorta?) posts. I went back and redid Bazooka Part 12 because I didn’t like the way it came out the first go-around. Part 13 (new) will be posted shortly after.
There won’t be any updates next week as Thursday is Christmas! In other news Hanukkah is well under way and holiday festivities are taking over. Regardless of what you celebrate, if anything at all, I hope you have a good rest of 2014. After today there are 13 days left of the year. Make them count!
Hey guys, I wanted to let you know there will not be a new post this week. I’ve been working on a short story collection and finally! finished it early this morning (1am I think?). Next comes the query letter. We’ll see how far that gets me.
Now that the bulk of the work is done hopefully life will settle down a bit and a new post will be up next Thursday. Hope everyone has a good rest of the week!
There won’t be an update this Thursday as it is Thanksgiving! You should spend your time with loved ones and food instead of the internet :p The conclusion to The Exorcist Chronicles will be up next week.
As always thanks for the attention and time you give to the things I write. This year I’m thankful for that!
Starting this week I’ll begin posting a short story which will last us well into the holiday season. I actually wrote this story a year ago this month and have been saving it until now. Let me elaborate. Last Halloween I watched The Exorcist for the first time. Whoa did it freak me out. In order to get over my freaked-outness I of course turned to writing, crafting a story both a bit serious and a bit silly.
Regardless of your opinions on demonic possession I hope you enjoy.
Walking into Ricardo’s “shop” was like walking into a medieval witchdoctor’s hut─
“I don’t think they actually had those…”
“Whatever,” I waved a hand. What I hoped weren’t dead things hung from the ceiling while certainly dead things sat in rows of jars on high shelves. An unidentifiable species of large bird perched on a willow stick in a corner, glaring down at me with an evil eye. “Hello…?” I called in barely a whisper. Clearing my throat I straightened my spine and called out louder.
“So you are the one who is having the identity crisis.” Behind the counter piled high with papers and merchandise sat a weathered looking man, smoking a heavy cigar. He blended into his environment exceedingly well. Looking at me through the purple smoke the man looked amused at my wide eyes.
Nervously I laughed. “Identity crisis? The only crisis I’m having is being empty handed.”
“Don’t pussy-foot around,” Ricardo said. “I know all about you. Shorty was in a bit ago. Such a nice girl. Told me about this “lame-Jane” fool everyone was after on account of you and Mike having the same name. Tough luck.” Over my head the sound of flapping wings made their way to his side. The giant bird, carrying the charisma of ten Godfathers, doubled the pressure you only feel when under a critical gaze. Swallowing, my mind blank, I stood in the shop without a single idea of what to say. Thank god Ricardo loves to hear himself talk. He looked me up and down and took a long drag from his cigar. “You’re the most pathetic looking piece of blubber I have ever seen. I tell you what. You must prove yourself to me. Catch a low life and I give you permission.”
“Permission to what?” I asked.
“To hunt.” He said simply. “Nobody moves without my say-so. You must prove yourself to me before I give you what you want.” My expression must have betrayed me. “Know you are after this man as well as every other soldier on my roster. You want a gun with no questions, no strings attached to ride off towards a fairytale ending where the good guys never lose. Sorry boy, that’s not how I work. You look disappointed. Not what you were promised? Don’t take Georgie boy’s word for anything. He’s a good lackey, the bar is a cover, but that’s all he’ll ever be.” Ricardo took another long drag from his cigar and stroked his bird. “So you wanna be a bounty hunter?” He chuckled.
Hey guys, just a quick heads up I will be out of town next week on vacation. I’m going to Washington DC!
As such there will be nothing published this coming Thursday. It makes me a bit sad thinking about it… But I have a stash of new stuff coming out soon, so no worries.
In the meantime welcome to all my new followers. You’re growing in numbers by the day it seems! Thanks for all the interest you guys have shown. I’ll continue working hard to improve my storytelling and bring you better and better drabbles!
See ya’ll next month. If you’re having good weather, enjoy it! If not, just draw the blinds.