Short Stories Seeping from Somewhere

Lightning in the Night

2007-05-11T06:41:00.000-05:00

I have all the animals in my Ark
and see the lightning as a spark
No night to dark for ye to see
it will light the way for thee.

Berma Shave

Good Ole HART

2007-05-09T06:21:00.000-05:00

It seems that Hi HART is always late,
For that ever important date.
But, never will you find
Hi HART to be unkind.
So now, I must bid adeau
to all the rest of you.

Hi HART, bye HART.
Nite, Nite Liz.
Sleep tight to the rest of you.

Wiki, Wiki

2007-05-07T06:05:00.000-05:00

Everyone is leaving early tonight,
there must have been a terrible freight.
Wiki, Wiki one has said,
Drove a stake right through the head.
Never again must that word be said,
lest we all shall lose our head.

Berma Shave

ZZZZzzzz

2007-05-04T07:53:00.000-05:00

As for me,
I think I’ll just
go saw some
ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Nite Liz,
Nite all

11:16

2007-05-02T07:14:00.000-05:00

It’s eleven sixteen at night,
So I must now take flight.
It was nice seeing all of you,
But now I bid a fine adeau.

Berma Shave

Bed Time

2007-04-30T06:57:00.000-05:00

Ok Liz, it’s time I said
It’s time for me to go to bed.

I can’t forget all those who did
contribute everything that they know
so I can sleep well, as part of the show
and remember those who contributed.

Berma Shave

Presenting The Bad Poems Series

2007-04-26T21:00:00.000-05:00

Beware...

I will be featuring some of my Poetry (if you want to call it that) a few times a week.

Or at least until I run out of the ones I have already put to paper.

Hopefully, you enjoy them and they will be a bit of a distraction until I can find the time to write more intelligent prose.

The Dancer Says Goodnight

2007-04-26T18:42:00.000-05:00

Well, I’d like to let you know
I like the dancing toe to toe
But now, I really must go
Before I fall down on the flo’
Thoughtfully, Signed Joe

Just Seeping...

2006-06-05T18:17:00.000-05:00

Am I missing something? Why start... try to be a writer and there is nothing in
there to write about?

Things will just come out if you just start, they
always do.

How do I know? Every time I think of something, unless I
write it down, I forget about it. I know it was a good idea, but then NOTHING...

Yeah, but you have to try. You wrote something about writers block a
while back and the way you started was to just write something, so, put it down,
type it out.

That's how it all started. I just started writing. After a while, it did just start coming out, it just seemed to flow. No, not in the perfect English I had practiced for so long, but more or less just the way I would have a conversation with someone.

Is it my imagination or reality? I have no idea, but it seems real to me. And that's all that really matters. If it works for you, OK. If not, then don't intrude, leave me to my own devices.

You can come along for the ride, but if you read the first entry about the Glowing Pebble, then you have a general idea of where my mind goes, where I wander, and maybe how I got there. But, I hope you never guess the ending, because I never know it until it actually happens.

Join me in my quest for whatever is out there, and hopefully, we can find it together. I will always allow comments so you can give an alternative ending if you think you have found something better.

The Glowing Pebble

2006-05-08T14:02:00.000-05:00

Walking down the road one evening after my accident, I kicked something, almost tripping. Bending over to see what caused the unpleasant feeling in my toe, I saw something that supprised the hell out of me. A glowing object that wasn't there previously.

I know I would have noticed if it were, because it was quite bright and grew more brilliant the more I stared at it. I poked at it with my foot, knocking it a few inches. The glowing stopped.

I bent over to pick it up and it began to pulse. Blinking, with a low thudding sound, simultaneously beginning to grow with each beat. As it grew, the sound started to change from a thud to more of a lub-dub... lub-dub.

Little by little the form changed. The shape, originally that of a pebble, began to look more like a human heart, ever pulsing and growing until it was the size of a closed fist. Suddenly, it to began shudder as if it were having a heart attack. At the same time the shape changed again.

It continued to grow but began to morph into what appeared to be a human female. As "she" grew, her features changed. As they did, I began to get the feeling that I knew her. I stood there motionless, afraid and intrigued at the same time.

Not knowing whether to run or try to help this fledgling, I opted to just watch the transition. As this beautiful woman began to blossom, I knew I knew here from somewhere. The recognition went both ways. She looked at me as though she had known me all my life.

I watched as this once beautiful woman continued to age. She went from baby to teenager to grown woman in a matter of minutes. As this continued, she never said a word. She began to look like my mother, then my grandmother and continued to age eventually turning into a skeleton and falling into a pile of dust.

When it was finally over, I turned and ran as fast as I could, never stopping until I got to my car. I went straight home and never said a word to anyone.

Time passed...

On Alls Hallowed Eve a few years later, as we were exchanging stories around the bonfire, my turn came up to tell of a scary experience. I told everyone the exact tale that I just told you, but someone interrupted me as I neared the end. They asked me what the name of the road was that I had this experience. I told them McCracken Drive by Route 100.

Older members of the family gasped... They asked if I knew how the road got it's name, and I replied no, I had no idea. They explained that it was named for a Civil War Nurse who died in one of the biggest battles in the area. She died trying to help some of the soldiers on that road to get to the hospital when it was shelled with cannon fire.

She was my maternal Great-grandmother.

This may be deleted

2006-05-05T17:18:00.000-05:00

I thought about using Word Press for this Blog. However, they do not allow any type of deviation from their templates.

I have made a decision to try Blogger, since I already have a few blogs here. I do like WP's template layout, but without being able to make adjustments as I see fit... forget it.

Right now I will use the setup that Blogger has, because I can at least use AdSense or any other type of javasctript I feel is necessary.

Joe