Chuck Etheridge

Joined June 2021

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Ropers, Milkers, Muggers, and Nuns (Part 4)
“Yup,” I said. “But I got better.” He chuckled. “How’s the family? Still competin’?” He carefully didn’t mention my current “team,” who all stuck out like sore thumbs and the Dumas Round Up.
By Chuck Etheridgeabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
Spring Cleaning
Come Spring it’s time to clean, While the Earth begins to preen, Trees start to leave, Spiders soon weave, The whole land shines like a queen.
By Chuck Etheridge5 days ago in Poets
The Vocal Limerick Challenge
When making limericks for Vocal, I found my rhymes were not focal, No help from the dictionary Or my local library So I called my aunt, who’s local.
By Chuck Etheridge5 days ago in Poets
Eggs
I went to buy a dozen eggs, Found they cost two arms and three legs, They say it’s inflation Sweeping our nation But my bank account’s down to its dregs.
By Chuck Etheridge5 days ago in Poets
How Shakespeare Saved the Earth
I am a female Norwegian elkhound named Shakespeare. On March 19, 2014, I saved Earth from invasion by the planet Xgorpia. A housewife, a boy, and a garage door opener helped.
By Chuck Etheridge14 days ago in Fiction
Purple Clouds, Poe, and My Pop
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I drew my curtains closed, unable to enjoy the pretty clouds. I lay back down.
By Chuck Etheridge19 days ago in Families
The Key Lime Pie Quest
I had an emergency craving for my favorite dessert, key lime pie, one evening at about 10 pm. I couldn’t find one. Cue Social Media
By Chuck Etheridge21 days ago in Feast
Ropers, Milkers, Muggers, and Nuns (Part III)
Now, I find myself as the mugger—again—on a Wild Cow Milking team that also consisted of a priest and a two hundred and fifty pound nun named Forbearance as the ropers, with me as the mugger and the principal of my school as the milker.
By Chuck Etheridge28 days ago in Fiction
Ropers, Milkers, Muggers, and Nuns (Part 2)
Can you look a nun in the eye and lie to her face? Well, I can’t. “Yes. My brothers and I used to do ranch rodeo,” I said, then, seeing the question on both sisters’ faces, I added, “Yes, we did, in fact, do Wild Cow Milking.”
By Chuck Etheridge2 months ago in Fiction
Ropers, Milkers, Muggers, and Nuns
Wild Cow Milking? “Wild cow milking is not a sport,” Sister Jim Bob Jesse proclaimed, brows wrinkled. She turned back to her tray and the half-eaten Salisbury steak, slicing it furiously like it had said something blasphemous.
By Chuck Etheridge2 months ago in Fiction
Ropers, Milkers, Muggers, and Nuns (Part One)
“Wild cow milking is not a sport,” Sister Jim Bob Jesse proclaimed, brows wrinkled. She turned back to her tray and the half-eaten Salisbury steak, slicing it furiously like it had said something blasphemous.
By Chuck Etheridge2 months ago in Fiction
The Ascendant
Siobahn planted herself in the middle of the cracked road. Daddy took six steps before noticing she wasn’t next to him. He stopped and turned back.
By Chuck Etheridge2 years ago in Fiction