The Blog Books (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/932685-The-Blog-Books I asked my wife of thirty years, while she was passing through yesterday, what exactly the title of this blog entry meant. "Men who act like "the He-Man Woman Haters Club." "You mean like on the Three Stooges episode?" I asked. "Yeah." I mulled it over in my mind for a bit. "But they didn't really...[Read Full Post] Sun, 26 Nov 2006 13:27:48 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/471324 It was this past Wednesday night, Thanksgiving Eve, to be exact. I was upstairs at my clubhouse working on my latest short story. I was alone enjoying the solitude while scribbling in revision notes and technical corrections to the story. Along about midnight, my good friend "J.B." shows up with a girl in tow. This is not an uncommon occur...[Read Full Post] Fri, 24 Nov 2006 10:04:21 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/470881 "Everythin' was set now to call up the Nameless One. Abdul invited the wood-carver and the glassmaster to stay and watch the ceremony. And those jackasses agreed to it! They should have all got out of town and left Abdul alone with his madness. "The night of the next full moon found the five of 'em gathered in this house on the outsk...[Read Full Post] Fri, 15 Jul 2005 03:43:06 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/359949 "Singh contacts the local glassmaster, Shur ed-Din. For a tidy sum of gold and a couple of weeks worth of time, the merchant places mosaic glass in strategic locations on the mirror as per Singh's instructions. Slices of colored reflective glass are used to create bizarre patterns in the corners of the mirror also. "Shaman Singh then com...[Read Full Post] Thu, 14 Jul 2005 02:40:31 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/359739 "Singh informs Abdul and the Wizard that they need two things for the summonin'. The first was an enchanted mirror. The second was a human child as a sacrifice. Preferably a female. Abdul and his buddy sorta' balked at the second suggestion. "The Shaman went on to explain that a mirror could be a gateway to the netherword and take th...[Read Full Post] Wed, 13 Jul 2005 12:08:21 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/359596 "It was right around this time that Abdul and his mentor got the idea to summon up a demon of their very own. They would imprison it and force it to do their bidding. They looked to the Qur'an to git an idea of just what they should be shopping for. 'Course they found it." "Then I saw the Fire, and I have never before seen such a...[Read Full Post] Sat, 02 Jul 2005 13:47:13 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/357077 "Well, missy, it all started in the Middle East somewhere around 700AD. There was a man in Damascus whose name was Abul Alhazred. Fancied himself a poet, he did. Called himself a mystic too. Some folks claimed he was a great magic-user. Bah! He was nuthin' but a two-bit conjurer! Brought nuthin' but trouble and misery into the world with his...[Read Full Post] Thu, 30 Jun 2005 06:06:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/356853 It's snowing. Feels like the end of the world. Looks like it too. The Black Moon is coming. It came on high upon black raven wings. Silent, just like an oncoming storm, With a host and a horde of other unholy things. Twilight, accompanied by an artificial moon rise Is when it came upon midnight raven wings. Silent as a...[Read Full Post] Thu, 27 Jan 2005 23:12:16 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/324897 Kevin stayed at my house last night. We had a good time writing all kinds of things. We're on the bus now going to school and I have to finish this poem I promised him. Peter thinks it's very funny. Peace will never more reign at dear State U., Honor students have revolted and fled, Academic death and fear now ensue. A ra...[Read Full Post] Tue, 08 Feb 2005 11:09:35 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/324989 I'm on the bus going home. Fat Boy Larry was pretty mad about Kevin's poem. He wants one of his own too. I started at lunch time, but I couldn't finish it. Larry got mad about that too! I'll finish it now. Once upon a time, when none of us were around, On a grassy, round, sloping hill, Where Noah's Ark had run aground,...[Read Full Post] Fri, 28 Jan 2005 12:36:22 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/324999 Kevin started crying how he doesn't appreciate the fact that he was killed in "Revolt at State U". So now I have to write a sequel. This is it; [Link To Item #897838] Preacher Fearful (we're not allowed to call him Larry anymore. He is to be addressed as "Preacher Fearful") says that since Kevin got a second po...[Read Full Post] Thu, 03 Feb 2005 05:20:10 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/326169 Outta school. Going home on the bus. Preacher still wants another poem about him because Kevin is still one up on him. Peter is sitting here beside me peering into this notebook. I asked him if he wanted a poem. He said he wouldn't be caught dead in this book. When asked why, he said that the good Sisters probably have a bounty out on this book. H...[Read Full Post] Sun, 06 Feb 2005 14:04:49 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/326174 Larry (Preacher Fearful) has a new persona now. He thinks he's a Confederate Major in the American Civil War. The "Housatonic" and History class seem to be taking their toll on him. He only speaks in a southern accent now. Not long after the famous battle of Bull Run During the magnificent Civil War, Major Jackson stood with...[Read Full Post] Wed, 09 Feb 2005 20:08:23 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/327535 I watched this movie over the weekend. These guys sure killed a bunch of people. And a bunch of them got killed too. They had a lot of guts in the end to go against cannons and rifles with only lances on horseback. They died well. I think I'm going to write a book about something like this. A fantasy maybe. I've already got a couple of cha...[Read Full Post] Tue, 22 Feb 2005 11:21:46 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/329923 The old thief known as Cornelius stumbled along the dirt path. The taunts and curses of the crowd escorting him thundered in his ears. His warm sticky blood spattered the ground from the flogging he had just recieved. It ran down his ravaged back also. It wound its way between the cheeks of his buttocks, then branched out onto the back of his spindly l...[Read Full Post] Fri, 18 Mar 2005 16:39:30 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/335387 Cornelius, you are in your dying hour I can do nothing in my silent power. You've committed one too many a sin, Only I know what might have been. You mumble you have hope and burn with that fire, I cannot help you, however much you may desire. You should not dare to hope, only the good can, I will still call you friend, you m...[Read Full Post] Fri, 18 Mar 2005 04:09:10 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/335415 The Light Brigade's charge shall be sung of for years, How its men withstood the onslaught of the charioteers, And were surrounded by cannon, swords, and spears. The Light Brigade returns, fighting until it dies, Dazed with the dust and din, now hear their cries, The shattered men with blood running into their eyes. The maggot wiza...[Read Full Post] Sat, 19 Mar 2005 09:36:00 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/335641 Knighthood, young squire William did embrace, In order to settle a score and begin the chase. He secured a sword, a horse, and a shield, Then set out at a gallop across the field. T'was Oscar he sought, he who had killed his desires, The judge's daughter, the source of his passion fires. Sir William's search would range far and...[Read Full Post] Fri, 25 Mar 2005 06:21:15 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/336916 The Telchins dwell in forest deep, Where mortal folk dare not sleep. They appear as an upright ant, Tall as man with feelers a'slant. With six multiple limbs that are long, The Telchins have no sense of right or wrong. Possessed of intelligence the Telchins are, They make arms for other Telchins near and far. They patrol the forest...[Read Full Post] Mon, 04 Apr 2005 09:32:59 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/337482 There will always be the girl around the corner, but you dare not speak a word to her. You're downcast after losing a fair friend, gaining yet another enemy to grapple with. You blow off steam through several outlets. She tries to talk to you, tries to make a friend, but you reject her. So you go down and plant a heartbreak. You go to Kevin&#...[Read Full Post] Thu, 07 Apr 2005 15:16:04 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/339752