I live in a low income apartment complex. When it snows ech tenant is suppose to shovel their own little sidewalk. Well last night we got at least a foot of snow and it is still snowing. I shoveled my sidewalk already. But when the kids come out I’ll probably have to reshovel my sidwalk. Some parents don’t want their little kids messing up their shoveled sidewalk, so they mess mine up. That is being totally disrespectful and against the lease everyone signs. Yet those few parents don’t care.

A short yet funny story of a redneck/hillbilly/trailer trash.

A short excerpt from the novel I’m writing for NaNoWriMo. Heavily H.P. Lovecraft influenced survival horror.

Enjoying the fruitage through the eyes of a child in the shadow of a strong and hardworking grandfather who always provided a beautifully sustaining garden for his family.

A short fiction about a person who is trying to explain how a night of craziness led to him calling off on a work day.

Always a sad poem.

A poem about depression.

Tales of a small town historian are put to rest.

My scary experience that happened while sleeping.

The first snows of winter can arrive quite subtlety, with an inch here and a couple more there, helping one to adjust before dead of winter really sets in, but not always. ..