Don Money

Joined September 2021

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Don Money was raised in Arkansas on a farm. After ten years in the Air Force, he returned to his roots in Arkansas. He is married with five kids. His journey to become a writer began in the sixth grade when he wrote his first short story.

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Tackle Box
At first appearance, the tackle box was just one of thousands that rolled off the assembly line in Plano, Illinois in 1983. Just a green and tan tackle box with a brass-bailed latch and a no frills interior. Three cantilever trays to sort out the hooks from the lures, the bobbers from the sinkers, and a deep storage hold in the bottom for pliers, a Zebco fishing scale, and extra line. The tackle box was a gift from my pawpaw for my tenth birthday. This standard, fresh from the shelf, tackle box would prove to be anything but ordinary.
By Don Money8 months ago in Families
Wrong One
The straps cinch my arms and legs to the operating table. I struggle against them yelling at the team gathered around me, “You have the wrong one of us!”
By Don Moneyabout a year ago in Fiction
Void Madness
No one is really prepared for the vastness of deep space travel. The bleak feeling, coupled with the call some hear from the nothingness, can rot the brain. Void madness they call it.
By Don Moneyabout a year ago in Fiction
Treading Water
In death's blue freedom I see the ending of pain Water's deliverance
By Don Money2 years ago in Poets
On High
Majestic visage Rising up from earth to sky Stone strength, solemn grace
By Don Money2 years ago in Poets
Marked
The downdraft buffets the dragon forcing him to pull in his wings and dive for the verdant landscape below. Aiming for a clearing next to the thick cover of the forest he flares out his wings slowing his landing. The wind hammers against his body with small daggers of ice mixed in clinking against the green scales shattering as it impacts the plates of armor.
By Don Money2 years ago in Fiction
She-Hulk: The Final Episode
1) Titania: The show has treated us to a few interactions between She-Hulk and Titania. We were introduced to the would-be villain as she and Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk tangled in a courtroom throwdown. She-Hulk quickly defeated Titania and set herself up on the path to stardom. Later, the two faced off in a different courtroom battle, a legal one with She-Hulk’s moniker at stake. Once again, She-Hulk prevails and the bad blood between the two grows, leaving Titania swearing she will get revenge. The final face off between the two came when Titania ambushed Jen at her friend's wedding leading to the biggest battle between the two super powered women. There is a little more back and forth in this fight, but in the end, She-Hulk proves to be the dominant warrior. For the final episode, I am torn between: a) Titania will return working for the Intelligencia and b) Titania will be more of a factor in any possible Season 2 of the show and give her the main villain role as she seeks her revenge. I would prefer "b" because I think it has more potential.
By Don Money2 years ago in Geeks
It Came From the Lake
“Not a good idea?” Jeff chastised me in a whisper behind our cabin. “Was your first clue when you discovered a creature that looked like it crawled out of a nightmare and picked it up, or when we saw it grab that raccoon with its tentacles and cram it in that razor hole of a mouth?”
By Don Money2 years ago in Horror
Something Borrowed
“Why is there a sheriff's car parked in front of the church?” Aunt Peggy’s voice echoed through the foyer. My cousins Chris and Scotty rushed over to look out the window toward the road. “And look mom,” Scotty called to Aunt Peggy, “there are two deputies coming up the sidewalk to the church.”
By Don Money2 years ago in Fiction
On a Starship Bound for Kno-were
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’m not sure how true that is because I tend to be long gone before the screaming starts. I always follow the advice of a wise Earthman from five hundred years ago. He was a bard who spoke, “You’ve got to know when to hold them and know when to fold them, know when to walk away and know when to jettison yourself in an escape pod.” Actually, the last part I updated to fit the times.
By Don Money2 years ago in Futurism
The Pod
Turning the corner into the main hallway, I notice Mrs. Goodall stalking my way and calling out, “Donny get over here right now.”
By Don Money2 years ago in Fiction
Straying Lanes
Track and Field Day, four words that, on their own, I don’t mind. Who doesn’t like a nice oval “track”? The word “and” is just so convenient, joining things like burgers and fries, rock and roll, bubble test and brainwashing. A “field” is the perfect place for flowers or landmines (depending on your worldview). And “day”… if you’re going to rock and roll all night, you’re gonna need a place to party. But put them together and you get the annual Harris Middle School event that equals sitting in the sun. On a hard metal bleacher. For sixteen hours (that’s my approximation). Interrupted by periodic bursts of running.
By Don Money2 years ago in Fiction

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Tackle Box

Wrong One

Void Madness

Treading Water

On High

Marked

She-Hulk: The Final Episode

It Came From the Lake

Something Borrowed

On a Starship Bound for Kno-were

The Pod

Straying Lanes

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