Tag Archive: 642 Things to Write About

I couldn’t find my book…A book went missing

I couldn’t find my book. I needed to read it. I looked on my nightstand. It wasn’t there. I searched for it outside, thinking I might have left it on the patio. I… Continue reading

And a phone rang …

The wind whipped over his entire body. He enjoyed the weightlessness, the freedom, the rush of air. Strange. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy any part of this. He was falling. On purpose. The… Continue reading

The First time I killed a man…

It was the first time a killed a man For that I’m sure to say It wasn’t in me, or my plan That dark and fateful day. I can’t remember much of it… Continue reading

The Carpenter Who brought Candy

“During the summer I turned 10, my neighbours next door renovated their house. There were contractors, plumbers, painters and one carpenter who came by everyday. I didn’t like the noise: lots of hammering… Continue reading

A moment for Celebration…

I Love to Write! I think I mentioned that the day I began this Blog last Fall. Having written in one form or another since I was quite young, I cannot imagine any… Continue reading

Fascinating Fortunes…

Some Fun Word Play 🙂 1. You will find Deep Purpose in the rain. 2. Your Life will take an unexpected turn when you pass a RED car. 3. Listen closely to the… Continue reading

Ironman’s Bucket List

I Am Ironman! Okay so you’d think I’d be happy with my life. Sure, fighting the forces of evil is damn cool. I’ve got a pretty hot girlfriend which makes things extra sweet.… Continue reading

Can You Guess… it’s not Black

I’m wearing a T shirt right now. It has a graphic on it but it’s sort of faded. It’s the name of a popular pop or as the Americans say, “soda.” But that’s… Continue reading

Maybe…

“Where is he?” he asked. “He’s out back,” she said. They exited through the deck doors to the backyard. “I thought you said he was here?” he asked annoyed. “He was. Honey? Honey… Continue reading

Lipstick lust loss locked

He didn’t care about me. I know that now. I didn’t then. He would enter in from across the room, a stranger, and my heart stirred. I would lose myself in his eyes… Continue reading