Category Archives: Writing

Randy Sneed pulled into the driveway at sunset as his golf clubs rattling in the back of his truck.  Even through it was December, the weather had turned out wonderfully warm.  Perfect for a late-season round of golf. He noticed … Continue reading →

A nine-year-old battered red minivan pulled into the Mall of Malls’ parking lot.  The backseat passenger, a child who was only a year older than the van, was on a mission.  Light snow fell as he gripped a list in … Continue reading →

Someone asked me on my Facebook page if a particular story was true. My answer? Simple: Yes and no. No, no, I’m not trying to sound like a fence-sitting politician. Every story I write is like gumbo. The ingredients and … Continue reading →

It was 10:59 p.m. on Thanksgiving and the scene outside of the MegaMart Superstore looked like a kicked over fire ant nest.  Hundreds of impatient shoppers pressed anxiously against the doors. They were eagerly awaiting their chance to get a … Continue reading →

Atticus looked up, swished his tail in disgust, spun around and settled back down in the middle of the sunbeam. Twenty pounds, striped and slightly cranky, Atticus was the only family Joseph Jordan had.  And while the cat wasn’t much … Continue reading →

Falling golden leaves turned the crisp fall afternoon into massive autumn ticker-tape parade.  A red minivan drove down the curvy mountain road, framed by the colorful hills surrounding it.  A white-water stream flowed next to the road, keeping it company … Continue reading →

The puppy looked at the man in the face.  “Play with me now! Life is short. You must play!”  The man, tired from life’s constant battering, looked back at the dog and realized how much wisdom the little puppy possessed. … Continue reading →