The Bantering Welshman
M.S. Humphreys is The Bantering Welshman, an East Tennessee native, author, journalist, storyteller, marketing specialist, husband and step father. https://www.instagram.com/thebanteringwelshman/ and http://www.banteringwelshman.com/
L'Homme vrai aime son pays
I wasn’t born in Wales, and I don’t speak the Celtic language of the people, but even as a child, fascinated by the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, I felt in me the spirit of the Welsh bard that propagated these tales and gave life to the legends.
Lil's Spirits: A Short Story
She was naturally unmoved by anything normally frightening. In fact, her nature was so extraordinary that nothing unnatural was abnormal and nothing abnormal was unnatural. But an aged woman on a cold and lonely mountain pass pedaling liquor to wounded and transient souls would seem an easy target for evil doers.
A Pair of Jacks
Like most days, Jack Bowers stopped by the baseball diamond on his way home to catch a glimpse of the boys starting a game. He never stayed to play - though it wasn’t because he didn’t want to or because he was never asked. He never stayed to play because he dared not be late for home. Jack’s granny knew exactly what time school let out and how long it took to get home.
Take Care of Merle
A cobblestone walk lined in terracotta bricks leads patrons past two potted olive trees and massive timber columns holding up a gabled roof projecting from the stone and timber building. Under the high vaulted ceiling of the extruded entryway a man paced nervously. He looked at his watch, then down the walk from which he came only moments ago. He turned to the building’s heavy oaken doors each framing a single, tall and narrow pane of glass then returned to his watch to repeat the routine. After several minutes of this redundancy, he looked one last time down the walk and resolved to advance on the heavy double doors.
Seasoned with History
Perched on a high valley near the Holston River between Bays Mountain and Clinch Mountain rests a treasure of history and Appalachian culture that is Rogersville, Tennessee. A crown jewel among precious stones, The Hail Springs Inn and McKinney’s Tavern, though patinated from a revered history, sparkle with unmatched brilliance.
Panacea of Fine Food and Good Drink
Tucked away in the ridges and valleys of Appalachia, cradled by rolling hills, rests the oldest settlement in Tennessee known today as Rogersville. When the daily, laboring sick and wounded of this historic town return home each day from suffering the ills of the world in Knoxville or the Tri-Cities, they flock to the comfort of The Red Dog on Main Eatery and Taproom, a panacea treating both blue and white collared warriors with fine food and good drink.
A Cold and Lonely Road
It was 12 years ago today that I stopped for the night in Austin, Nevada unaware that the next day would be the most challenging, miserable and terrifying ride of my life... Now, I cherish every minute of the memory.
Making a better writer
Writing has been my greatest passion since I was old enough to pick up a pencil and form words, but only then because it usurped my earlier passion of telling myself a good story. Once I learned to write, I could share my stories with someone more than an imaginary audience.