When I see teenagers, I think that they are going to have sex, drink alcohol and do drugs, because if I was young again, that is what I would be doing.
Written for One-Liner Wednesday
Author: newepicauthor
My About Me section is meant to provide my readers with an honest picture of myself that gives a little bit of background information on who I am and I will wrap this up with a catchy image. I am a story teller and I like to use my imagination. I am interested in many things, but a few of my favorites are watching the NFL and playing golf. I do not like onions and I always make sure that my food does not contain any. I had two wonderful parents, my dad Herb Adams was a television repairman and my mother Mary Adams was mostly a stay at home mom. They are both deceased now and I miss them.
I am a retired Electrical Engineer specialized in control systems. I held many different positions because I worked mostly as a consultant. I did work as a Substitute Teacher, for a while, but the kids were awful. I am happiest when I am writing, as this gives my life has a purpose. Forming a sentence with meaningful words that articulate my inner feelings is an everyday quest for me. Every writer needs to tell their story, and all writers have their own style. All stories starts off with characters, who are able to entertain the reader. Creating realistic lovable characters is the best way to tell a story. If you are able to develop characters that become real to you, then you will know exactly what they will do say and do next and this lets your story progress to the completion.
Writing changes everything and having the calling to create something new through the power of words is much more than just making marks on a page. Once written, a book can be used by many people to learn and be entertained. The act of writing can be compared to the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle as it contains an inherent fuzziness, because various people may derive different meanings from reading the same words. You can never know the true nature of written words and the best I can do is hope is that people will understand the meanings that I am trying to convey. There are no clear-cut laws on how to write and it is impossible for me to determine how my readers react to my books.
The Inch Worm That Ate The Butterfly
They normally just eat leaves and fruit, but this particular butterfly blended in so well with the leaf that the inch worm took a bite out of it. One inchworm doesn’t eat much, but they can cause real problems when they get together in large groups and when a hungry bunch of inchworms gather around a mulberry bush, they can create some serious damage. Perhaps the inchworm was jealous knowing that it would eventually become a moth and not a beautiful butterfly.
Inchworms have three pairs of front legs and either two or three pairs of rear legs, but no legs in the center. When walking, inchworms move their rear legs forward, creating a loop in their middles, and then move their front legs forward. They appear to be taking measurements one inch at a time. This little guy had a habit of making crossword cutout patterns in the leafs that he ate.
Written for Willow Poetry by Hélène Vaillant What do you See? May 21, 2019.
Tuesday Afternoon
It was a Tuesday afternoon and I just smoked a funny cigarette. I laid my head down to rest and all of a sudden the gentle swaying of the trees started calling to me, however this may have just been the reflections in my mind. I entered the fairyland of love, as I cranked up the music and lit up another. I am on my way chasing those elusive clouds, but I don’t know why and perhaps I should find out what is causing these gentle voices to call out to me. There is nothing better than getting wasted on a Tuesday afternoon as the love of music just becomes stories in the end.
Written for Mathew’s Daily Inkling where the prompt is “Stories in the End”.
Who Does Your Hair
Stheno, Euryale, and Medusa the Gorgon sisters were chatting over tea and Stheno said, “Men can come and go, and eventually they will all break your heart, but sisters make the best friends in the world. Life is a beautiful thing and we all have a lot to smile about.” Euryale said, “My dear sisters, looking at both of you is like looking in a mirror shining back at me, although I know better than to try and ever do that, but when we are together I see a world of possibilities, however some days you are the reason that I wish I was an only child.” Medusa said, “Please eat the fruit that I put out for you and don’t worry about it being poison, as it is not in my instinct to ever harm either of you.”
Stheno grabbed a cherry and thanked her sister for her hospitality and then she said, “I feel empathy for you since you got caught out in the hail and three of your snakes died. Last year I had one of my snakes freeze to death when I get stuck out in the snow. I had to pull it out by the roots and throw it in the incinerator.” Medusa said, “Euryale your hair is looking rather spiffy today, what is your secret?” Euryale replied, “I just discovered a new technique that I will share with you. At night I wrap up all of my snakes with a belt, which helps me sleep better and then the first thing in the morning I go to the cell where I keep rats and then I feed my snakes. You girls should definitely try this.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Empathy, for the Daily Spur prompt – Cell, for the Daily Spur Photo prompt – Fruit provided by Unsplash, for FOWC with Fandango – Instinct, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie NEKNEERAJ’s Photo Challenge #264 Image Found on MindCore, for Ragtag Community – Snow, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge – belt, hail, incinerator and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Hospitality.
Hurricane Sandy
My house was destroyed and the city condemned it, so I was forced to move out. My sister was on vacation in France and she let me stay at her place for a while. I got some assistance from FEMA and HUD which allowed me to rebuild my place even better than it was before and now I am living in a million dollar home. Thank God for Hurricane Sandy!
Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #14.
Circle The Dragons
Conan said, “Circle the dragons, go to the warehouse and gather all our weapons as our enemy is approaching and they have a fervent desire for our blood. A sword is good against anything but sorcery, so put your trust in steel as this and our courage are these are the only things that are not disingenuous. Although fog surrounds us now, it will soon breakup and the great god Tengri has promised to give us a blustery day to blow our foe off the face of the earth and the sunshine will smile at us. Fight together and say no to defeat, as today will be remembered and there will be no JOMO or joy in Mudville. We will drive them back to the brook where the cypress grows. Only pain hurts and all that matters is for us to crush our enemies, and see them driven before us, so we can hear the lamentation of their women. Brace yourself, stay placid, inhale the verdant countryside and be vigorous in battle. We may hit a snag or two, but the proximate cause of all our problems is our enemy, so enough talk and don’t forget what we are fighting for. Death to the world and if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. I don’t want to sound like a twitter, but has anyone seen my moose helmet?”
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Fervent, for the Daily Spur prompt – Kitchen, for FOWC with Fandango – Disingenuous, for Ragtag Community – Blustery, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge – breakup warehouse moose and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Fog and for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #134, hosted by Yves prompts – Placid Brook JOMO (Joy of Missing Out) Twitter Cypress Verdant Proximate Snag Inhale Brace Sunshine Vigorous.
Raccoon Face
Mercy me, what a surprise I got walking into this cement building. It put a song in my heart and hope back into my life. I used to come here when I was in High School and I remember sitting in that very booth when Betty Lou first kissed me. It was a soft kiss that caught me off guard, as I had gum in my mouth. I tried to keep the gum in the back of my mouth, but that did not work so well as I almost choked, so I wedged it into the side of my cheek. My good friend Durango saw me and he made this raccoon face bulging his cheeks out which made me laugh. Disaster as I spit my gum out on Betty Lou, however the waitress just happened to pass by and she handed her a napkin. Betty Lou smiled at the waitress, but she said that she would need a washcloth to get the gum off of her blouse.
Betty Lou excused herself to go to the washroom and I told her that I was sorry, but I also said that she should hurry back. Durango came and sat in my booth and it was good to see him as he had just gotten back from a foreign excursion where had been studying the sex lives of mosquitoes abroad in Beliz. I asked Durango how long he had been back and he went on with this lengthy narrative about all the trials he had been through being eaten alive by mosquitoes. He said that he slept under a net, but still those pesky buggers continued to stalk him. He said that he was happy to be back and that his parents had just put in a brand new swimming pool. He said that I could stop by any time that I wanted to go swimming, but I had to make sure that I closed the gate, as he did not want his dog getting loose.
Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Narrative, for the Daily Spur prompt – Hurry, for FOWC with Fandango – Abroad, for Ragtag Community – Stalk, for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan and the Photo Credit goes to Terri Smeigh, for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 404 prompts – Mercy surprise walking cement gate trials song heart soft booth hope back, for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Brand, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge – gum, washcloth, raccoon, and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Foreign.
