I think I liked Melanie because her hair had a slight bit of curl which I might have envied although this was the era of…
I think I liked Melanie because her hair had a slight bit of curl which I might have envied although this was the era of…
Part 1 is here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2018/06/10/the-summer-of-the-yellow-jackets/ “See that, kids. The town is behind us. We are gonna rock this year!” Coach Grey exclaimed. “Lookout, Kingland!” said…
Part 1: If you go back to the edge of time, you can find it there on the corner of Ivy and 4th streets. You…
This is an old story that I wrote approximately 200 years ago, otherwise known as the 1990s, for a creative writing class that I was…
In case you need to read the previous: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/leaving-witt-2/ “So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.” At school the next day, Joey stuffed…
They say she screamed when they strung her up there just as loud as she screams today. Twisting off CR 125 along the county line,…
This alley stretches long starting from the small, scrub houses past the old man’s semi shack his possessions spilling willy nilly into the grass forsaken…
************** There was a man laying on the ground and one walking toward me. “Hold it! I yelled. The automatic light came on. “Alvord!” “Hi…
“Shhhh! She is right over there…” I avoided Jolene at every opportunity ever since tenth grade when she told Bertha Hopkins that I wrote the…
It was nine o’clock in the morning when my phone rang. It was Aunt Gigi. “Jimmy Honey, Hello,” she said. “Aunt Gigi?” I asked. It…