Writer's Refuge

The new 1931 Ford sitting in the front yard of the house was shiny black and the glass windows sparkled. Aunt Sadie had just purchased her first car. She had driven Aunt Jane and Aunt Lizabeth over to show Mama and Papa the new car. These adventurous women were Papa’s three older sisters. All three had lost their husbands in the war. They decided to move in together and live in the family home place since it was empty and large enough for them to be comfortable. Read more…

The night now held a terror for us that we had never known before the end had come. The night was just another extension of the fear we lived with on a constant basis but the darkness gave way to a fear of the unseen as well as the unknown. When the evil ones first arrived our over confidence in our own power was our undoing. We fought them as well as we possibly could but we were no match for their weapons and savagery. They killed anything in their path and refused to take prisoners preferring to destroy and move on. Read more…

It was later in the evening and there were fewer of us now so we were pretty well strung out along the skirmish line. Most of the wounded had been choppered back to Chow Duc, so it was fairly quiet. The Sarge was the only one left alive so he was in charge. All of the Officers were dead or wounded, big deal, so now we at least had a fighting chance against the zips. We could hear them out in the bush talking in gook and laughing. I have no idea what the little bastards found so amusing unless they were passing around a mirror and comparing their ugly mugs. I re-checked my frags and my sixteen to make sure there would be no mistakes when the bastards came for us. I also had my 45 pistol near my right hand along with my hunting knife. Read more…

The big front porch filled with laughter, hugs, and handshakes as family and friends gathered. Papa and Mama greeted everyone. The Christmas Eve gathering was Rosebud’s favorite family tradition. Mama and Papa started the Christmas Eve gathering when they were first married. Sitting on the table beside the front door was a wooden Christmas box. Papa had made it for Mama as a Christmas gift. Throughout the years Papa had carved a beautiful nativity and Mama had painted it. Read more…

“Let your imaginations fly you all over again, where new fairytale whispers about red roses…”

Alarm clock is already waking me up, so I should prepare for my class. I’m Luna … Luna Daphne … I’m a 3rd year college student at Harvard University and my course is Journalism. Today is another day for me. So I should keep a positive outlook in my life even though every day for me seems not fine. Read more…