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As a Humor Columnist, most evenings I can be found wiping drops of hot chocolate from my sticky keyboard, while attempting to draft short whimsical stories about life as seen through the bleary eyes of a senior. Actually, it's quite amazing how life has become

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Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Funny stories from the doctor's office: 2 of 46
Much to my wife's dismay, It seems as though every time I come home from the doctor's office, there is at least one thing I forgot to ask about. But lately, there had been something troubling me. So, last week during my annual check-up I asked the doctor to take a look at a growth that had recently appeared on the back of my ... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Fairy tales: 4 of 64
There once was a woman who lived in a shoe, because she simply could no longer afford to live in her nice cottage by the beanstalk. A few months ago, she had asked her addled-brain son Jack, to take the family cow to market. And instead of selling Bessie to the local feed lot, he traded her for some worthless beans. Well, you... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Memories: 3 of 42
I remember a time, not so long ago, when I used to be right about everything. A time when I made all my own decisions, ate what I pleased, went wherever I darn well wanted to go, and bowed to no one. I was the ruler of my own universe, the king of the castle. Then, I got married. I'm not saying that marriage is a bad thing, b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 28 of 391

"I remember the days."I remember the days of Saturday movie time,when a movie and popcorn were only a dime.When the first thing we saw, was a funny cartoon,then a cliff-hanger serial with Buck Rogers on the moon.I remember the days of black licorice and cherry cokes,of childhood friends laughing at the stupid Moron jokes.Of s... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: How I know it's Christmas: 2 of 23

I know that Christmas is getting closer because my checkbook seems to be showing up more often in my wife's purse. Also, before I finish my last bite of Thanksgiving turkey dinner, we are suddenly being bombarded by Christmas commercials. I haven't even had a chance to put the Halloween decorations away yet. Somehow, seemingl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 53 of 576
The night was dark and the moon was pale,casting eerie shadows of a mystic ships sail.Upon the wooden deck, stood a figure still as stone,hidden by a darkened cloak exposing naught but bone.The story folded 'round me, like a picture from the past,of tattered flag with skull and bones, shown flying from the mast.An old wives t... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Childhood: 7 of 73
I sat in the backseat staring gloomily through the window at the strange looking two story dark red brick buildings and the massive large oak trees with their canopies that held the denseness of my mood. The older houses with front porches seemed devoid of life. I frowned, wondering if there were even any other kids that live... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Vanity: 6 of 35

As I look at the old person across the sink from me,I wondered how I'd feel at the age of sixty-three.Not bad, I guess, although a few more lines to add,with wrinkles up not down, to make me look so sad.A few more pounds I've gained I see,my wife's to blame for feeding me.but all-in-all, I can't complain,now, if I could just ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life: 48 of 275
LIFE AIN'T SO BAD I pried open my dry eyes, did a half-roll out of bed, and winced with pain as my left foot hit the floor. I rolled my foot over a small rolling pin to ease the muscle. An exercise my orthopedic doctor recommended for what he called, "Plantar Fasciitis." There it was again, one more medical term I hadn't hear... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being grumpy: 6 of 33

What the heck do you mean by that? Who's grumpy, anyway?If you walked in my sandals, maybe you'd see it my way.And after all, I'm old enough after so many years,and tough enough to box your ears.So take my hand, no, the one with a staff,and don't just stand there like you're about to laugh.I could come back and haunt your lif... More..