Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Writer Wednesday WWBH- Break a Leg

This is my first week to join Writer Wednesday and I'm excited to link up my 500 words or less this week.

Here's how it works:
1) Use the photo and the 5 mandatory words provided in your story
2) Keep your word count 500 words or less.
3) You have until next Tuesday to link up your post.
4) Link up with your blog hostess (NicoleCarrie, Tena or Leanne)
5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow

Neurosis
Dogie(yes, that is spelled right- NOT doggie)
Put
Forgather
Mule

Now, for my 500 words or less...

Break a Leg

Silas stared up at the scorching, summer sun. Would he ever get a break from this hot as Hell heat? He spat chewing tobacco on the dried up red clay. "Come here Jenny," he pulled on the stubborn mule. Silas has work to get done before the sun went down. 

Jenny wouldn't budge. Her heavy body was put firmly in the ground. Silas tugged harder, but Jenny was stuck. He wiped beads of sweat from his forehead and sauntered over to the water trough. Silas dunked his entire over heated head into the cool water.

He had work to finish and one stubborn animal with a case of neurosis wasn't about to stop him from the cattle drive. Silas saddled his horse and made his way toward the open range. "Forget you," he shouted to Jenny.

At the end of the cattle drive there was to be a forgather and Silas wanted to finish up. The preacher's daughter Abigail would be there. He licked his parched lips at the thought of sweet Abigail.  Silas wasn't paying attention to were his horse was leading him. The horse bucked him off and he hit hard into the ground and landed on a dogie.

Neither Silas or the dogie moved. He leg was twisted around the calf. The calf bellowed and Silas hollered for help, but he was alone. No one would hear his pleas for help. Silas tried to inch out from underneath the hurt animal, but his leg was wedged. 

He pulled out the floral handkerchief Abigail had given him and closed his eyes. A beautiful vision of Abigail danced across the darkness.


Friday Fictioneers- The Summer of Regret

Copyright-Dawn M Miller
After a long hiatus, I am joining the ranks of Friday Fictioneers once again. This week it's hosted by Rochelle.

The challenge is to write 100 word story based on the photo prompt for the week. This week's photo was taken inside Union Station in Washington, D.C and provided by Dawn M. Miller.

The Summer of Regret

It was the summer of '63, I was seventeen and headed to Washington, D.C. with the Future Leaders of America.

"Carla Jo," Mrs. Perkins interrupted my thoughts. "Are you excited to be going to Washington?"

"Oh, yes m'am," I beamed with enthusiasm.

After twelve long hours the bus came to a halt in front of Union Station. Why did we stop?

The driver instructed everyone to get off the bus. We did as we were told and herded into Union Station.

I couldn't see Mrs.Perkins. All I saw was armed guards and police dogs.


"Get down!" I screamed.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Two- Bowling for Turkeys

Once again after a long hiatus, I'm throwing myself into the wonderful writing world of the Trifecta.
What is the Trifecta?
The  Trifecta Writing Challenge is to write about a word, but not just any word. You must use the third definition and write between 33 and 333 words.

This weeks word is:

TURKEY

1: a large North American gallinaceous bird (Meleagris gallopavo) that is domesticated in most parts of the world
2: failure, flop; especially : a theatrical production that has failed
3: three successive strikes in bowling
4: a stupid, foolish, or inept person

Here goes nothing:

Bowling for Turkeys

Lucky Strike Bowling Alley, the pink and blue neon lights flashed inviting the Saturday night crowd inside. Johnnie had heard from a friend of a friend this was the best bowling in town. He also heard number ten lane was rigged. Johnnie was about to find out for himself if the rumors were true or just a bunch a bull.

He slicked back his jet black hair and grabbed his lucky ball. Metallic black with orange flames shot from each side of the twenty pounder. Johnnie kissed the shiny orb and sauntered inside the smokey bowling alley.

His nostrils were assaulted by something fowl in the air. What the hell? Thud, thud, thud. 

"We don't use balls here son," a wrinkled old man pointed to Johnnie's black leather bag.

"What did you say old timer?" 

"This is turkey bowl night. All the townsfolk here are bowling for turkeys"

Johnnie gave the old man a puzzled look. "You mean everyone is getting three strikes in a row?"

"No son, we be bowling for real live turkeys."

Johnnie's jaw dropped along with his bowling ball. He couldn't contain his laughter.

"You're joking?"

"Nope. Go grab you a frozen turkey and have a whack at it"

Johnnie didn't have time to grab his ball, he ran faster than a Tom Turkey on Thanksgiving to the nearest exit and to heck with three successive strikes in bowling. Who needs a turkey anyway?


Note: Not sure why blogger has highlighted my words, but I can't get it off for some reason. Sorry.

Disney's Dead and Walt's Rolling Over in His Grave #mileycyrus #disney #morality

Annette Funicello courtesy of The Mickey Mouse Club-Disney

Walt Disney was the patriarch, Mr. Morality. His "kids" didn't stir scandal or create chaos. What a difference a generation makes! Yes, morality died with Walt...

In the era of Walt there was such a thing as a morality clause, today's Disney buried morality along with him.
Courtesy MTV-VMA 2013

Walt Disney must be rolling over in his grave at the thought of his name being associated with three of Disney's former stars.  Brittany kissed a girl and liked it. Christina got down and dirty. Miley left her morality in Montana. All of these celebrity's were 'Disney girls". Two were on the Mickey Mouse Club. Is this the plight of what will become of today's Disney stars?

When I think of Disney, I think of wholesome, family values, and something my grandchild can watch. Yes, he's watched the Mickey Mouse Club and Hannah Montana, but what happened to the stars after Disney?

I think in a perfect scenario these girls needed a mentor. They needed Walt Disney and Annette Funicello. Disney was Mr. Morality and Annette was Miss Wholesome. Walt was a watch dog because he cared about family values. Annette didn't want to embarrass the Disney name or herself.

It's sad in today's Disney when you're gone, you're gone. There's no one to catch you when you stumble. There's no one to tell you no. Of course, your parent's aren't because all they see are dollar signs. Your friends won't because they are hanger's on. What you need is a good dose of reality. What you need is Walt Disney to shake some sense into you. Yes, you are an adult, but act like one!

I don't want to see your crotch on television!



Note: Miley Cyrus' escapades were fueled by the media as well as social media. She probably got what she wanted to achieve. She got fifteen minutes of shame in my opinion. I'm guilty as well by writing about what she did, but as a parent and grandparent I have to pray for her, wish she was mine so I could whip her behind.  

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Friday Fiction-WIP Season of Miracles- part 2 #friddayfiction

It's been a long time since I've participated in Friday Fiction. A lot of pain and sadness has come into my life and I stopped writing, but I'm back to start sharing once again. This week's Friday Fiction is hosted by Karlene.

This is a continuation of a story I started in December 2011. You can read the beginning here.

SEASONS OF MIRACLES

 “It's close to dinner time anyway. Aren't you hungry?”

He shook his head. “Actually, I'm famished.”

Maddie laughed. “I'm glad. Tonight is Italian night.”

Italian night?”

My mom is a huge fan of TV cooking shows and tonight she's practicing her culinary skills.”

Sounds delicious.”

It will be. My mom's a great cook. Also, my dad's a deacon and he can figure something out

regarding your living situation.”

Thanks Maddie.”

No problem.”

Maddie switched off the light and they proceeded down the narrow corridor to Joe's office.”

I need to grab my things and we'll be on our way.”

Okay.”

****

Maddie waited outside in the hall for Joe to retrieve his things. The pungent aroma of

cinnamon wafted through the air. She was thankful Joe had accepted her invitation. Dinner

would be the perfect opportunity to ask him to help with the children. Maddie seize the moment.

****

Joe stepped into his office and didn't bother to close the door. He grabbed Pastor Fred's

sermon notes and stuffed them into his leather briefcase. The aromatherapy candle was still

burning, so he blew it out. The scent of cinnamon danced in the room. Lord, thank you for all

you have given me.

                                                                         ****
Ready.”

Maddie was deep in thought and didn't hear Joe.

Maddie.”

You startled me.”

Sorry. You looked a million miles away.”

She blushed.

Let's go. My mom doesn't like to wait.”

****

They proceeded outside. Maddie locked the sanctuary doors and walked down the steps with Joe. She 

followed him to his car.

I didn't see another vehicle when I pulled up earlier.”

I walked here.”

Walked?”

I only live a couple of blocks from the church.”

The burnt orange sun was beginning to set in the evening sky. Crickets chirped in the distance. Chirp, chirp, 

chirp they sang. A cool breeze encircled Maddie and Joe.

Do you mind if we walk? Unless, you prefer to drive?”

No, I don't mind. It's a beautiful night for a walk.”

They walked in silence to Maddie's house.

Joe broke the silence between them.

Maddie, I just wanted to say how much I appreciated your invitation.”

It's my pleasure Joe.”

They had walked a few blocks when Maddie stopped in front of a magnificent Victorian home.

The antique white Victorian was decorated with many faucets of Christmas. Greenery hung everywhere and 

huge red bows decorated the windows and door.

What a beautiful home.”

This is where I live.”

It's beautiful.”

It's too big!”

Joe laughed at her observation.

Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone.”
****

Joe followed her through the gate and into the house. Like its outside counterpart the inside

was heavily decorated with Christmas greenery and huge red velvet bows. An eight foot

decorated Douglas fir stood proud in corner. Melodic music sung through the house.

Mom, I'm home and I've brought the new pastor with me,”Maddie called out.

Maddie's mom joined them in the foyer.

Madeline dear, why didn't you call?”

Sorry mom. I didn't...”

Mrs. Pierce interrupted her daughter.

Welcome to our home Pastor...”

Joe extended his hand.

Joe. Joe Walker.”

She took his hand and shook it vigorously.

I'm Ann Pierce, but everyone around here calls me Mama Ann.”

Nice to meet you Mama Ann.”

If you two will excuse me I've got to go get cleaned up before dinner.”

Of course dear. I'll introduce Pastor Joe to everyone.”


Maddie made her way up the oak staircase and left Joe alone with her mother.
****

Friday, August 23, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Last #FMFParty

Five Minute Friday

LAST...

I hadn't thought about last's in twelve weeks. On May 27th, I lost my youngest daughter to an AIDS related illness. She was twenty-seven. She's been sick for ten years and came home to die. She died in my arms. We got to spend five painful and sad weeks together. I cared for her, I cleaned up puke, I cried. I watched the life being sucked from her rail-thin body. My once beautiful daughter was now a skeleton. We made it through Mother's Day. God gave me a free pass, but I knew it would be any moment. She grew weaker and weaker with each passing second. When the day came, I wanted to hide but I couldn't. I didn't want to face her death. A mother should never watch their child die. My heart died the moment she took her last breath. 


STOP

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Review: The Founders' Key by Larry Arnn

I review for BookSneeze®

I love anything do to with the Constitution and when I received The Founders' Key by Larry Arnn, I couldn't wait to dive in!

I've always loved the history of the Constitution and wanted to know more from a different perspective. 
Larry Arnn brings history to life and discusses in depth the workings of our government. This book is a must have for any history buff or for any reader that loves the Constitution.

I give this book 5 stars.

Book Description

Dr. Larry Arnn, President of Hillsdale College, reveals the integral unity of the Declaration and the Constitution, and warns us of the threat they are under from the modern Progressive movement.
The ringing words of the Declaration of Independence have a way of continuing to ring across the ages. The arrangements of the Constitution have a way of organizing our actions so as to produce certain results, and it has done this more reliably than any governing instrument in the history of man. Connect these arrangements to the beauty of the Declaration, and one has something both inspiring and commanding. The Declaration acquires a practical form and operation that do not seem to come from it alone. The Constitution soars to the elevation of the natural law, and its arrangements are reinforced with that strength.
FDR was the first president to sever the two documents. He embraced the Declaration but demoted the Constitution, claiming that the rights in it should be up for reinterpretation as society changed.
You see the same efforts to divide one mighty document from the other in the Progressive movement today. The result: both documents have been weakened, their influence diminished, their meaning obscured. The Founders' Key is a rousing call to rediscover the imporant connection and thereby restore our faith.
Disclaimer: The publisher has provided me with a complimentary copy of this book or advanced reading copy through BookSneeze®.