I am still somewhat cyber-stupid though I got my first(massive) personal computer in 1964 as an experiment with Westinghouse. It filled half a room and ran on tapes.
I was born in a small village in the Virginia mountains,in 1925, and fell into a pattern of over education, more by chance than plan. I obtained a BA/BS
at a small college(Roanoke) and then did graduate study in journalism(Columbia), then went abroad to "fool around" after a rigorous World War II experience, and instead of "fooling around" married New Yorks most beautiful model(on vacation in Paris), took a diplomatic job, and started studying medicine,law,linguistics, and the human brain in varying French schools and universities. Returning to the U.S. with three and a half children and my wife, I was suddenly stricken deaf by a WWII wound aftermath and could not practice medicine. I was rescued from poverty by an offer of work writing for a New York publisher which ballooned into writing for a motion picture company,(DeRochemont),then Science Research Associates, then free-lance writing until I created my own publishing company specializing in materials for the very talented and the less talented, and from then on I was completely free writing whatever I chose, 90% instructional and 10% fiction or non-fiction short-shorts. Finally, a newspaper chain hired me to do a column, and that has continued for 18 years. I chose a town in Florida for residence because it is comfortable there the year round, and I and my wife write and paint and survive quite happily. A late-life operation and addition of superb electronics by the Veteran's Administration Hospital returned my lost hearing a bit late but wonderfully!

My best education memories are a Chairman of the Boardship of Columbia College in Chicago, and the creation of The Academy For The Gifted, a special school for bright kids, in St. Petersburg, Florida.
Some months ago, a literate friend in Virginia e-mailed me"Look into HELIUM" and I did and am very happy with its potential. I'd like to see many markets for writing know about Helium.
I own a small publishing company where occasionally we get out a book we like.
My main interest in writing when I am in Virginia, is The Lost State Writer's Guild just across the border in Tennessee.
Every two years, we publish an anthology of surrounding wannabe's writing. That wonderful outfit is held together by charming CAROLE JACKSON who affectionately leads us into a continuation of our writing.

At age 83, I can count 750 published short pieces, nine fiction(books) and about 150 textbooks, edited or written AND edited. And 43 small children's books, the most recent being ARISTIDE THE CAT THAT STUDIED PICASSO,illustrated by famous artist CAROL BATES MURRAY.

FINALLY, family is important to me. I have six born children(two male, four female) and three "extended family" children. Also, ONE great grandson, TWO great granddaughters, and three grandchildren.

My pet hates in writing are using WHO for WHOM, the word SCENARIO, and the use of adjectivals for verbs.

My passion is ...

writing at least two stories a day

I know too much about ...

war and death, bad government,poor medicine

My parents always told me ...

be stalwart, read,read,read

My childhood ambition ...

to become a writer, to travel, to sail the oceans

My favorite memory ...

Going to Auschwitz with General Eisenhower clandestinely 1945

Why I write ...

I can't help it, and it keeps Alzheimers at bay!

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Gresham and the classics, MacNeill-Lehrer,fine mysteries

My first job ...

cooking in a Jewish restaurant in NYC

My best moment ...

When my first baby Louise was born in Paris

My inspiration ...

To make the U.S. much better place,leave this world not at war

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Animal stories for children

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ERIC, THE FOX

ERIC was born in the far back burrow of his mother's choice and was the smallest of the four cubs. Perhaps it was for that reason that she brought him more of the tidbits of birds and meat that she obtained, coming through the long tunnel under the old tree to where the four pups wriggled and grew, fast, fast, fast.
ERIC, the smallest, soon caught up with his three sisters, he being the apple of his mother's eye as he was the only male.
Soon she thrust the four outside the den, and keeping a wary eye on predators, especially the hawks, she taught them the essential...

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