Happily married, father of four. Writing has always taken a back seat to life, but I seem to always find my way back to it. I've decided to finally trust my mom's lifelong encouragement and write more consistently & let creativity flow!
A Killer Bargain
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I actually saw it myself when I hiked up here last year. The cabin isn't far from where we are now, tucked away maybe a quarter mile north of the last trailhead we passed this afternoon. It's well hidden, but I did finally locate it and can assure you it's out there.
"We Were Once Like You"
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jackson did not know this was an abandoned cabin and therefore didn't view the candlelight as ominous, but rather an indication that he would finally be safe.
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." After a long, strenuous trek up the mountainous terrain, the two hikers were excited to relax by a campfire and listen to a story from their wilderness guide.
Sometimes the strangest calls remind me there are a lot of kind-hearted, compassionate people in the world. An animal call pops up on the computer screen in my patrol vehicle. I assume someone is upset about their neighbors barking dog and wonder why people can't relax a little more.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I felt compelled to walk toward it despite the uneasy feeling arising within. Slightly hunched over, I crept forward to avoid being seen. With each step I felt more anxious. My heart began beating faster and my breathing became more labored. My eyes widened as I tried not to blink.
A loud cracking sound grabs my attention. My brother and I stop bouncing on the trampoline and let the mat slowly come to a rest as we unsuccessfully look around to pinpoint the sudden noise. It's mysterious because we are in a wooded area in East Texas, far from the city where random noises are expected to echo in the distance. Being 11 years old, my curiosity wanes as my interest in continuing to pretend like I'm a Ninja Turtle bouncing into the air resumes it's occupancy in my mind.
From David to Dad
The pain was so intense. I sat on the hot sidewalk, holding my foot as tears streamed down my face. My mom bent down and reached for one of the six sticker burrs that had penetrated the bottom of my foot when I ran through the neighbors yard. I screamed, or perhaps it was more of a screech. The thought of her touching it was just too much for my five year old brain to take. What if she pushed it in further by mistake? How was I ever going to be free of this agony?
The crunching sound of her ribs beneath my stacked hands is jarring as I forcefully press down on her chest. The feeling of her bones breaking is unnerving, as if to remind me how fragile life is. I hear a small whisper in the back of my mind that seems to recall my training and assures me "this is supposed to happen."
Listen & Love
"It doesn't matter what you say, I'm killing myself as soon as I get out of the hospital." I look into his dark blue eyes at a loss for words. His eyes are watery and bloodshot. Every few seconds another tear slides down his cheeks. My heart sinks as I absorb his deep emotional pain.