Ed, you keep on using that metal detector! I know a couple who do that for fun. They have found good jewelry along with all the other regular stuff. Cool! I would go use it on a golf course!

Love ya!

Jane

That's your story, and you're sticking to it. Write on.

That was a great buildup about how you write stories. But I haven't seen any of your stories lately for me to comment on… A dirty rotten shame!

But I believe in this poem you ended it with a little hyperbole. Unless I was present when you scream or have posted a YouTube video of you doing it, I find that one hard to believe. Perhaps it's the other way around like when I'm writing a boring story… Dozing off.

Thank you for reminding me not to get a metal detector and go running off looking for buried treasure like they do on TV so successfully. (Do they plant artifacts to find? Probably… You betcha!)

Ron

Yes! I love to be inspired to write a story. But that does not happen often. I have written a few (short stories). As you know, my "stuff" is usually very succinct. Like this story for example:

Ness


People call me Ness. Those who think they are my friends call me Nessie. It’s ironic. They give me the name of the monster from Loch Ness. They have no idea how close they are to the monster within me.

It’s not even my first name.

I’ve been on the street for quite a few years now. I have no idea who my father was and my mother literally threw me out of the house when I was fourteen years of age. She did it after I completely destroyed one of her boyfriends who thought he would get his way with me. Something happened within me and I looked right into his eyes and he went crazy. I’d never seen anyone so afraid.

I knew from that moment that I have a gift. It’s not so bad on the street at all. With my gift, I can get whatever I want. I don’t abuse it. The abusers, though, are getting fewer by the day. I’m pretty and young and they are attracted to me. I can read through their thoughts. I wait for just the right moment and look right into their eyes. That is all. They become insane and will not abuse anyone anytime soon.

I am grateful for my gift. By the way, my first name has always been Dark.

Love and peace to you, Ed...

...Regis

Excellent wordage, Ed. You convey a universal truth. In other words you just go with the poetical flow.