Here, let me hand you these small words let them linger ever so slightly melting into the soil never quite becoming sand castles a testament…
Tag: Fiction
Part 1 is here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/through-the-desert-with-the-stones/ “Is there a mechanic up there in town or do you know?” asked Greg to Mustache Man. The man stared back.…
It was 1986 when Greg Taylor decided life was limited in small town. After all, he had thoroughly blasted it with Led Zeppelin back in…
Part one of this story can be found here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/22/at-the-shopette-pt-1/ “What’s your name?” asked the dark cop. “Greg….Greg Taylor,” I said. “So Greg, you…
I was always a baseball fan, ever since my granddad signed me out of school one day to watch the Baltimore Orioles in the 1973…
If someone had told Greg Taylor that he’d be rewriting the history of Ironic Things Laced with Rock Music lyrics one day, he wouldn’t have…
“Where in the world did all those red Cannas go?” asked Aunt Agnes looking out her window. “The ones in the circle flower bed out…
Meet Daryl, he is a character from the 1990s. I need to know on a scale of 1-10 how detestable he is. Daryl knew…
So I found myself walking atop Big Blue trying to talk a vampire down from the ledge. Of course, I knew him, after all, we…
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…