Lawrence Edward Hinchee
Bio
I am a new author. I wrote my memoir Silent Cries and it is available on Amazon.com. I am new to writing and most of my writing has been for academia. I possess an MBA from Regis University in Denver, CO. I reside in Roanoke, VA.
Stories (128/0)
The Boy That Didn't Listen
The ice was still thick on the lake in a lot of spots, but thin in some areas. Parents were keeping their children away from the lake due to the unstable ice, age of children, drowning possibilities etc. There was a family in the community with four children and one afternoon after school their ten year old took a short cut over the lake. His family looked on in horror as the ice gave way in the center of the lake and he went under. The older sister ran to her neighbor and told them what happened and the husband sprung into action, had his wife call the fire station and also called for the ice rescue team. He went out to where they saw where their brother went into the water. The neighbor tied off a safety rope then started towards the big hole.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Confessions
He had the green light senor
I was approaching the intersection and the light turned green for me. I proceeded through the light at the posted speed limit of thirty miles per hour. An hour later all I remember is being pulled from my vehicle and placed in the back of an ambulance. I had no clue where I was located nor what had happened. All I knew is I hurt like hell. Somewhere between being pulled out of my vehicle and being placed into the ambulance, I became combative with the paramedics. I looked across the street and there was another green light. I knew this was the Sunday before Christmas and green would be dominant but where was this coming from? The paramedics asked me if I remembered my car accident and I said no. I do know the street lights had Christmas decorations on them some with green lights.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Humans
Marigold fields
My family and I went on vacation to the United States for two months. We were going to drive from the west coast to the east coast. My parents planned a lot of stops and fun things to do. My name is Fritz and I am ten years of age. I have two brothers who are thirteen and sixteen. As we were driving through one state, I could not believe how beautiful it was with all of the marigolds I saw. Fields and fields of the prettiest flowers and I wondered how they were so beautiful. Just as I had wondered how the tulips in my country of Holland could be so splendid and gorgeous. I would say that God's paint brush always amazed me.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Fiction
Runaway Bull
My uncle Ray sent me out to feed his feisty bull Hoss. I arrived at Hoss's pasture and he was missing again. It took us three hours to find hind him, he was six miles up the road visiting the Johnsons. The Johnsons had grown rather fond of Hoss and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Uncle Ray decided that it was time to kill the old bull. The next morning we all got up and attached the trailer to the truck, then lowered the ramp for Hoss to walk into the trailer. My Uncle had everyone pulling Hoss into the trailer except his nephew who was larger than all of us and he was pushing from behind. I thought I had the easy job which was to pull by the horn, I didn't I was pulling Hoss and he gave his big head a shake, and I was flung about two hundred yards from the trailer , landing on my arm and shoulder causing me to start crying.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Confessions
Ted, Americas second serial bomber
Two months after the una-bomber was arrested there was a suspicious package found in the lobby of the Poff Federal Building in Downtown Roanoke, VA. It was in a brown box wrapped in similar packaging to what Ted was known to have used. This had to be a copy cat crime otherwise, Ted being in prison was a lie. The building was evacuated immediately through alternative methods. The SWAT team was called in and VMI sent in their bomb disposal units. After several hours of work they had the bombs defused and everyone could return to work, Those who felt unsafe could go home for the rest of the day.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Criminal
Timmy's scare
It was an extremely cold day when Billy age six was skating on the pond. His older brother Thomas sixteen was watching from the side as his little brother was having a blast. This was going on for about twenty minutes, when suddenly, Billy went under the ice and into the water. Thomas ran to his car and retrieved his wet suit and rope, then slowly worked himself out to his little brother. It took him about five minutes to reach him and five minutes to pull him out. He slid back to the shore and and checked his brother. He didn't look good. His lips were turning blue and Thomas didn't know first aid or CPR.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Fiction
War
The US Army was being chased from behind and had to get to the other side of the lake, but it was frozen solid. This was during the time of cold war and the Soviets had just crossed over the border to attack the armored vehicles could swim, but the ice had be broken up. But time was of the utmost importance. The commander ordered all available men out onto the ice with mattocks' and pix axes. He had us breaking the ice up by hand. I told my commander that if I fell in and drowned my grandmother wouldn't like him anymore.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Serve
Jason's Chocolate Cake
As nine year old Jason is putting the ingredients into the chocolate cake he is baking for his father, tears runs down his face as he repeats this will be the last time my dad ever beats me. He is shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind as he looks at his reflection in the mirror in the bathroom. His blond hair is covered with blood again, his blue eyes are swollen shut. Poor Jason looks like he just went fifteen rounds with Mike Tyson. Jason's mother, Phyllis is in the bedroom having given her very last to protect her son from the monster she had married.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Fiction
Devils in Baggie Pants
During World War 2, The United States experimented with a new form of combat fighting called airborne. Until such time all combat was hand to hand and in the trenches. The use of airborne units gave the United States a distinct advantage. The Germans called our airborne units "devils in baggie pants." Airborne is part of the Infantry unit, they go through basic training for Infantry first then Airborne school after. Airborne training is three weeks long with a pass rate of eighty-nine percent. In basic training the company commander was cancelling passes left and right on the guys in the barracks. He was rough but I thought a bit too rough.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Serve
The Murdering Barn
Phillip Jackson comes home from a one month business trip. But something is out of place, seriously out of place. He can't find his parents, his wife, housekeeper, nor nurse that was hired several months before he left on his business trip.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Criminal
Home
I grew up in a small city. My neighbors knew who I was and would say there is Ms. So or So's grandson. If you came home from school and your neighbors were at home but your parents weren't the neighbors were in charge and had permission to discipline you. If you were disciplined by your neighbors, you would also be disciplined by your parents. Roanoke was the first city in the world to have an all volunteer Life Saving Crew. Which is a really distinguished honor to have bestowed upon us.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Wander
Retirement is around the corner
My idea of releasing stress isn't crocheting or doing stitch work. It has always been on community involvement such as working with the Cub and Boy Scouts, or coaching t-ball and or soccer. My other interest involves photography and jig saw puzzles. Nothing more relaxing than working a three thousand piece jig saw puzzle, or hiking up a trail just to get a nice photo shot of your favorite spot and posting it online. I also try to read a little bit, my favorite authors are Cathy Glass and Casey Winters, both of whom were foster parents in London for many years.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee3 years ago in Humans