Joseph McCain
Bio
I love my wife. I love my children. And I had a 30 year love affair with newspapers.
Stories (48/0)
Letter to subscriber
Dear My One Subscriber on Vocal, (I would bet it is my wife.) I am pleased to have a subscriber on Vocal and glad to have a few readers on this site, yet I am no longer going to write and post things with the view that others will read the material or even glance at it.
By Joseph McCainabout a year ago in Motivation
In the field
In the field Jungle, fortune, light The blade of the shovel struck neither stone nor dirt, but a peculiar metallic sound echoed. The sandy-blond-headed boy placed his shovel aside and bent down. He could feel the wet dirt against his skin and reached into the hole he had diligently dug. His hands found the thick piece of double-wrapped cloth, and he kept digging with his hands in the soft, moist dirt. Wet clay and dirt clamored under his nails, his hands browned with the soil sticking lightly to them. Dillon dug, clearing the cloth, and gently removed the dingy sack from its layer. He tried not to tear the sack where some roots had gently begun to attach, feeling the metal squirming around in the thick sack.
By Joseph McCainabout a year ago in Fiction
Once left
Once left A man and a woman woke side by side as the scorching sun beat down on them. They were alone in a world illuminated by blinding light. Impatiently waiting for inspiration to strike, she headed towards a tree and called out for her love. Their eyes opened to the world of philosophers, while their ears were assaulted by the clamor of the unrestrained thoughts.
By Joseph McCainabout a year ago in Fiction