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I am 57 years old. I grew up in Southeast Missouri and attended Eementary schools in Southeast Missouri below Kennett, Missouri in Caruth and Senath Missouri. I grew up in the sandy lowland area's of the Bootheel of Southeast Missouri. I married in 1970 to

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fantasy: 42 of 496

Over the Moon My older cousin, who was black-headed and beautiful looking in her black jeans and white shirt blouse, said to us "I have a story to tell you." Her fully-flooded long black hair was luxurious looking to us. Her face was creamy white with mixtures of buttermilk texture. She looked just lovely, in the beautiful l...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Memories: 10 of 98

Whiskers, Mud, and Old Muddy Pie It was a beautiful day when I woke up to see it. I lay in my bed of straw mixed with hay on a blanket with straw sticking out around the edges. I felt very comfortable lying there on my bed of hay and straw in the early morning light. I lay really still and watched to see if anything about it...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Tales of horror: 27 of 197

Foot Steps in the Night We lived in the country outside of Peach Orchard Missouri. It was a beautiful spring time in a lovely but small town of Southeast Missouri. The small lovely town had a lot of flowering bushes, and unusually pink and white flowered thorn trees. There were lots of small rural Farms, Churches, and one sm...
Relationships & Family > Communication (Other) Sharing personal experiences that may benefit others: 6 of 34

I remember when I was only 16 We lived in a little white two bedroom house in Peach Orchard Missouri. My Dad and Mom had left me and my fourteen year old brother alone for two weeks. My dad had asked a man, Rowly from our little Church of God to come and check on us while he was gone. Mom and Dad had decided we were big enou...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Family memories: 11 of 56

Marvin's Day It was a beautiful Southeast Missouri day. We were out in a Flooded Ditch, swimming in the Flood Waters, of the Southeast Missouri countryside. We were having a great time. We had found a older wooden Boat just floating in the water. It looked like the Boat was a little leaky, but it would do for what we wanted ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you: 66 of 278

Virginia and the Snakes I could not breathe right the first time that I heard this story told. The more that I listened, the more excited and rambunctious I became. You rarely hear a more exciting story from your very own family. Similar events like this one usually happen to other people that are not in your family. But it ...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Mystery: 34 of 124

The Ghost in the Woods My brother's house was down behind a long lane of beautiful oak trees which arched over each other from one side of the road to the other. Down at the end of the lane was a large and old Colonial house where time seemed to have stopped and stayed very still. For under the oak trees, in that time-stayed...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Natural disasters: 6 of 21

The Marion Tornado Tom was inside Kroger's grocery doing some early afternoon shopping the day it happened. It was only a little after 1:00 p.m. I was in the car with my six months old baby girl and three very young boys. We were waiting for Tom to come out of the store with the groceries, so that we could go home. Suddenly,...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Family stories and memories: 59 of 191

Mama's Prayer I saw my Mother, her face sharp and pinched against the night sky as she was leaning over the soggy raised bank of a flooded river bed. The eroded sides of the river bed were deep, and the rock precipice she was using to stand on was not safe enough for her to be there. I cried piteously, to her in my little vo...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Rape: 11 of 35

My Narrow escape from a Rapist It was a beautiful Fall day in the Southeast Missouri countryside where I lived. I was only sixteen and last night at Church I had met a new piano player. She had played the piano beautifully at Church that evening, and I wanted to spend some time with her. I wanted to go to her home today and ...