A Faded Memory


He had lived his life at one remove from the world around him, and now he was paying the price in madness. The crowd passed by him without notice or concern. Could they not see him laying there? Would no one help stop the bleeding? His existence faded into memory.

This short was written for 50 Word Thursday #16


A Collection of Songs

I am busy dealing with rewriting/editing and a son with a cold (which obviously means he is dying and incapable of doing anything aside from getting annoyed and angry with me), but I have also been paying attention to the lies coming from the administration’s mouth today and it keeps bringing up the same music videos. Sometimes I wish I didn’t think in videos…but, I wanted to share them nonetheless. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don’t know if these have ads or not, I use adblocker…lol.

Forever Young – Alphaville


Roll Me Away – Bob Seger


Born in the U.S.A – Bruce Springsteen


Traveling Soldier – Dixie Chicks


And a little Randy Rainbow bonus


On A Gentle Breeze

Winter carols
on a gentle breeze
blow across the land.
Never stopping
never slowing
moves across the sea.
Open ears
open hearts
all hear the tune.
Over mountains
across plains
the message gets through.
Riots and chaos
devastation and strife
cannot silence the song.
Many try
many fail
hearts always understand.
Individual or communal
every color under the sun
unite in its message.
Messages of peace
messages of calm
blow on every breeze.

Finish The Story #10, 29 August 2018

Welcome to Finish The Story

I start a story, then another has to pick up the story and add to it, then hand it off to another person, etc. until the story is complete. This has proven to be quite fun in a blogging situation since we all have different approaches.


  1. Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Tag only 1 person
  4. If you choose to not participate or finish the story, please comment/tag this post so that I know.


There’s Gold, I Tell Ya, Gold

Duncan and Jessie grew up in the shadow of the Superstition Mountains and heard the legend of the Lost Dutchman their entire lives. No one really believed the stories, but people did question when the government bought nearly all the land in one area. They knew what must be there, or at least what was there, but they were not going to tell the public.

“Hey, you’ll never believe what I found,” Jessie said one evening while they were supposed to be studying for their math finals.

“Your old mini-figure collection?” Duncan quipped, knowing their mother had thrown those out years ago.

“No.” Jessie whacked Duncan over the head with his notebook. “I found this while scouting out the next vlog site.”

Duncan glanced over and saw Jessie pull out …

To Be Continued

For today’s first tag, I am picking on Pensitivity101. If you haven’t checked out their blog, please pop in and browse around.