Writing Day By Day (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1565859-Writing-Day-By-Day Digging Up the Past Joey scooped a few spoonfuls of dirt out of a small hole. The work was hard and slow but he knew it would be worth it. The earth was hard packed and lack of rain hadn't helped. A few more spoonfuls and he heard his mama calling him in for supper. "What you been doin' all day in that yard, boy?" she asked. "Not...[Read Full Post] Sun, 14 Jun 2009 19:08:27 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/654511 Convenience store tales continued: I worked the midnight shift at one store. I loved it! All the interesting people are out in the night. I love the night. It feels mysterious. I was usually busyish until about two in the morning, sometimes three. Then it would die off. I loved that part too. It was like the night was mine while the world was sleeping...[Read Full Post] Fri, 12 Jun 2009 14:38:32 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/654234 What is it about the "little things in life" that make them so special? I believe it is because they appeal to our senses rather than our brains. They bring texture to our lives. On my way home from the local store to grab a Coke, I saw a man on the school playground with his two little girls. They were all laying on the ground, laughing. It mad...[Read Full Post] Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:58:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/654119 "Marge, did you hear about that Kelly boy?" "Helen, don't get started! You know I hate gossip!" Helen buttered her buttermilk biscuit, a small sly smile playing at her lips. Marge always said she hated the small town tales, but Helen knew the truth. Marge ate it up. "He's been seen over at Mrs. Harris' when the mister...[Read Full Post] Sun, 07 Jun 2009 20:24:13 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/653589 Cold water splashed across Rissa's feet as she waded across the shallows near her cabin. The creek that ran through the property wandered to the edge of the back yard before setting out across the wooded back pasture. This was Rissa's spot, her sanctuary when life was trying to beat her down. Lately, life had been doing just...[Read Full Post] Sun, 07 Jun 2009 19:59:32 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/653585 Two weeks until Halloween. Ruth hated this time of year. Grotesque masks began staring at her from store aisles in September as if taunting her. Decorations leered at her from seemingly every yard and window including the windows of the small town convenience store in which she worked. Her aging bones didn't take to the cooler weather like they u...[Read Full Post] Thu, 04 Jun 2009 23:17:04 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/653254 Suze looked out over her overgrown backyard in disgust. The combination grass and weeds were nearly a foot high with vines and flowering shrubs tangled amongst it. Her uncle mowed for her for free and she was at his mercy as to the schedule. He would most likely be another week at least. He always let it get up before he came, mowed and left. Not that ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 03 Jun 2009 19:23:32 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/652990 It seemed the perfect way to spend a summer afternoon. The old Rambler had gas in it, Sheri's parents were away and the pasture beckoned. She was going to teach me to drive. Two teenaged girls in an old car with no air conditioning and only an AM radio. The Rambler was a dull gold with vinyl seats and worn carpet on the floorboards. It had been stuc...[Read Full Post] Tue, 02 Jun 2009 20:52:39 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/652830 The wind screamed outside as the storm's winds lashed the side of the house. Darla felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered if this would finally be the "big one" that the forecasters had been predicting. For the past several years they had ben saying that the area was well overdue an EF-5 tornado. In Oklahoma, as in the rest of Torn...[Read Full Post] Mon, 01 Jun 2009 13:40:01 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/652607