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~~> Bill Whittaker (2025) <~~ (316 words. 2-minute read) PERSONAL JOURNAL. 12-13-25 Honestly, I did make some minor changes to a few clauses on that last preface draft, but only because I failed to make that midnight deadline. >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< Oh, wait… What was the prompt again? Something about… Oh, yeah! First day of doing someone…. Continue Reading →
“Your eyes! it’s a day’s work, just looking into them…” * (320 words, 2 minutes read time.) >~~~~~X=X~~~~~< Another Monday. Wake up with hopes to dive back into the writing routine. 300 to 500 words a day, 15 to 20 hours per week. Not a big deal, right? Try to get to it by 10:00.... Continue Reading →
"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay" * (169 words, 1 minute read time) She lived, but less well than she ever anticipated. Youthful hopes never seemed to prevail, not for her, but only and always so conveniently for others. It was his short tolerance... Continue Reading →
272 words, 1 minute read time A number of readers and some concerned subscribers have contacted torncorners through it's parent company, Tacklebarn Press, to inquire about my series "What May Be Found?" Have I abandoned it, or simply forgotten about the serial and my readers, as I'm prone to do? I have done this with... Continue Reading →
Please note: some things mentioned may be sad. "Things were going along just fine." I would guess almost anyone might say the same, or at least something very similar. We all tend to navigate, make decisions, and cast judgments using our own terms of common sense. At least, we try to do so most of... Continue Reading →
This list would be too long, so I'll keep it short: always being the one to replace the near empty toilet paper roll. Checking out friend requests from scantily clad women. Cleaning the litterbox, and spending too much trying to develop a "website" that likely won't become more than a fancy LinkedIn, or a place... Continue Reading →
Seventh Grade, Miss Smith. Not skinny, just cute and petite. She styled her blonde hair around her head like Tippi Hedren. Her eyes were as the Earth looks from space. Sure, I had a puppy crush on her, all the guys did, but how she influenced me had nothing to do with her being attractive.... Continue Reading →
The best compliment I've ever received? Well, I'd have to say, paraphrased, it would be that I was good in bed. But that was very long ago, and only after an exchange of what at the time seemed a fairly large sum of money. After these many long years I still cherish her words, now... Continue Reading →
He's invisible, and yetHe's sitting there,clearly pretendingto be unnoticed at the only table,near the big window,where he bathes himselfin warm sunshine. He's there every dayfrom not long afterthe doors openat our public library.He can usually find his spot by nine. Near his right hand is always a soft cup of coffee.which might once have been... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #3 >most tomorrows cast away the tomorrowsthat led your hearttowards emptiness bring me to your lonelinessand deny your wantsfor longing share with me in faithlessnessand love me throughmost tomorrows -dp- 2/18/25 (9) This is another I struggled with for more than just 2024 and '25. Wording is close enough to release. Also,... Continue Reading →