Clayton Pelton
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Old School
Earl, my father, was born in 1938 and left this earth in 1988. Two months shy of his 50th birthday. In truth, I was afraid of him for most of my young life. My dad was old school. Kids were to be seen and not heard, kind of thing. He wasn’t afraid to give us a good smack if we deserved it, and trust me, my brother and I deserved it. On rare occasions, my older sister too.
By Clayton Pelton2 years ago in Families
The Crystal Odyssey
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They circled high in the sky, protectors of the great black obelisk peeking ominously from within the dark gray storm clouds perpetually spinning around it. Its arrival was sudden. Loud cracks of thunder and flashes of blue and white lightning accompanied it. The storm had erupted with such ferocity it framed the night sky like daylight.
By Clayton Pelton2 years ago in Fiction