Afterall, she's much better at it. (443 words, 2 minutes read time.) Really, but I can understand why so many people manage stress differently, mostly because they are anxious or worried about any number of a thousand things that terrify us in this modern world. Some of them are serious matters, like losing a loved... Continue Reading →
~ don’t count on my books.
by Susie Cavenaugh (417 words, 2 minutes read time) Some say that size doesn't matter. I've met very few women who will agree with such nonsense. They will state that it is a misnomer, intended only to placate inadequate husbands, poorly proportioned boyfriends, and temporary playmates. Women know how little confidence most men have. That their... Continue Reading →
~ a few words of vice…
>~~~~~ WP prompt ~~~~~< (343 words, 1.5 minute read time.) There are many “bests” we could consider. I’ll narrow them down to two or three. All of the best advice is simple, but has been regrettably complicated by poets, philosophers, guru’s, religious zealots and lunatics. Folks that regurgitate the same simple basic deep truths and… Continue Reading →
~In our dreams…
... our wetish sci-fi dreams... (275 words, 1 minute read time.) Had you asked me when I was ten and building model rockets that shot to the sky, some in stages that glided home or landed gently in trees after drifting softly down tethered to parachutes that popped from their nose cones at apogee. I... Continue Reading →
Cleaning the litterbox (draft 2)
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 →
(WIP) – Dirty Socks: Book Eleven, Chapter 5b
Page break 2. The Indian Ocean -wip- The cat, in my mind I was already calling it Dirty Socks, the same name I knew my past murdered father had called his cat, as well as my grandfather did his. Incarnation? What other word could I use for this version?. It seemed to pay no mind... Continue Reading →
Dirtysocks: Adventures aboard The Nalini (book eleven, chapter 5)
NOTE: Galley Proof! Author and Editor eyes only! Not intended for publication! I was on deck when dawn morning sun rose, a blurry silver disk low in the east. It was cool and damp. I was still in my light bedclothes but wanted to be on deck to look about and to check the anchor... Continue Reading →