Pam Reeder
Bio
Stifled wordsmith re-embracing my creativity. I like to write stories that tap into raw human emotions.
Author of "Bristow Spirits on Route 66", magazine articles, four books under a pen name, technical writing, stories for my grandkids.
Stories (141/0)
Thoughts On Interview Community
Vocal recently launched a brand new community, Interview, its fortieth community. Vocal describes the community as "The home for Vocal creators to pick the brains of thought leaders, celebrities, musicians, friends, idols, other Vocal creators, and more."
By Pam Reeder2 years ago in Interview
I'm Scarlet McCaw and this is my story.
I'm beautiful and I know it. My plumage is red, yellow and blue so I'm extremely colorful. A large parrot they say at 35 inches but only weigh two to three pounds. By now, you've likely went, "Oh, I know what you are now." You think I'm that damn cereal bird. That's a Toucan. My name should have given it to you... Scarlet. McCaw. Yeah my first owner thought my breed was my name. What can you expect from an eight year old.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Fiction
Rugarou in the Bayou
Mama always told us if the Rugarou come at night, we gonna run through the woods to Auntie Marie's. She live by the grave yard and she got the brick dust sprinkled round her house. No Rugarou will come there. No sir, not never. I remember the first time we ran from the Rugarou. I was six, Jefry was a baby and Bobby was fifteen. When we heard the howling and the Rugarou crashing through the bushes, Mama yelled, "Bobby, grab Annie and run to Auntie Marie's. Hurry, now! I'll meet you there." Mama grabbed baby Jefry and she run. Bobby grabbed my hand and he run dragging me. I fell and skinned my knees so Bobby grabbed me up and carried me. We run down the path through the swamp and made it to Auntie Marie's. I was so scared I peed all down the front of Bobby's shirt. He paid no never mind though. I was too scared to be shamed.
By Pam Reeder3 years ago in Fiction