Who Killed Marv? Chapter 3
This is chapter 2 of my novella, Who Killed Marv? To see the first chapter and start at the beginning, please click here. Hip and Poh dropped me off at my house. I could really get used to this new way of travel. No traffic. No traffic lights. I think the entire trip took less than 10 minutes and I didn't get car sick or whatever you call it nowadays. The only weird thing was I scared the bee-jeevies out of my neighbor. No one else can see me when I'm inside an imaginary vehicle, so when I stepped out of nowhere, old Mrs. Whitaker nearly fainted.
Who Killed Marv? Chapter 2
This is chapter 2 of my novella, Who Killed Marv? To see the first chapter and start at the beginning, please click here. When Spongy touched me on the head, it reminded me of when I was a kid. He used to do that all the time. I had forgotten. Now there was a vague familiarity to it. He opened my eyes to a world of things I had no idea existed. That's not entirely true. He jarred my memory to the things I remembered seeing as a child. My mom always said I had a vivid imagination, but in reality, I was describing what I was seeing thanks to Spongy sharing with me. I sat down and rested my head in my hands. I could feel the worst headache coming on.
Supernatural Fans Won’t Watch Any Other Fantasy Fiction Series
"Sammy... where are you. Sammy?" Dean Winchester shouted at the top of his lungs as he finished chopping the head off the last vampire in the barn nest. "Dammit, Sammy...I know you're here man, but you've got to help me out bro." Dean shouted again. There was a fluttering sound and Dean spun around, ready to fend off any other creature of the night in his search for his younger brother Sam Winchester, but it wasn't an evil creature. It was Castiel, one of many angels that had been appearing as of late. "Sammy's not here, Dean." said Castiel in a low, calm voice, "He's gone." "What do you mean he's gone? I saw these vamps drag him in here." Dean said angrily as he started kicking open doors inside the barn. Castiel replied, "I'm afraid Lucifer has Sammy, Dean. They're gone."
What Are Quarantine Pods and Do You Need One?
September is here and for many families in Texas, that means kids are returning to school, and with that comes a sense of worry and concern about the spread of disease and germs, especially the spread of Covid-19. Kids are notoriously social creatures and while at school, they will meet old friends and make new friends. Once they leave school and come home, for the younger children, it may be difficult to make them understand why they can’t have friends over to play or why they can’t spend the night over at a friend’s house. One solution that emerged back at the beginning of the pandemic and is gaining ground again as our nation faces potential lockdowns and more isolation, is the concept of Quarantine Pods.
Author and storyteller Tom Bradbury begin this incredible tale of mystery and intrigue with the first chapter titled, The Drunken Bricklayer. I pick up where he left off...
A Day in the Life of Joey
Why am I so giddy? This is just another writing prompt, right? I mean why on earth would an old man in Northeast Texas be so excited to tell anyone "I love my job because..." I'm not an important celebrity nor am I a politician. However, I am a Gemini and in my lifetime, that's meant a lot to me. There's an old wisdom that people born under the sign of Gemini tend to be creative types. They also tend to never finish projects they start and they are always experimenting with what they want to be when they finally grow up. The problem is most Geminis never grow up.
Who killed Marv?
“Fitzy… Fitzy… Fitzwater Artemis Hughes… if I call for you one more time, you’ll regret it, young man!” shouted my Mom. I could tell by the tone in her voice, she wasn’t fooling around this time. I was almost 8 years old, but I was old enough to know that when my Mom used my full name, I was already in trouble, it was just the degree of trouble at this point. I grabbed a book and closed the lid on my Papaw’s trunk, and ran for the attic door. I stopped and looked behind me for just a second and yelled,
And the wind howled...
Somewhere off the coast of North Africa, the wind picked up and blew harder and longer than usual. The temperatures are warmer than normal, and the ocean is hotter than it’s been all year. Waves steadily grew larger beneath the wind as they began their westward trek towards the continent of North America, swirling in a giant circle and gaining steam as it went. The further westward the storm went, the stronger it became, and soon it would crossover from a tropical depression to a tropical storm to a hurricane.