Teardrop Fiction

[Ratkity]

Classic!

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Ratkity

[Synthesis]

No Fly Zone

About six months into my job at the Supervalu Helpdesk, I found myself without a whole lot to do.

I was already at the top of my game, was considered the go to guy for the support I did, and had written several documents in-use corporation wide.
Looking for something to do, the thought crossed my mind that I had not folded a paper airplane in a while.

In my younger days in school, I was a regular Naval Air Base with numerous paper aircraft ready to launch in the event of a scramble alert, or an incoming spitball.

I had long range bombers, stealth fighters, kamikaze jets and “bricksâ€

[Ratkity]

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[Synthesis]

VERY amateur fiction. My first attempt actually...


He recalled the almond shape of her emerald green eyes with a vivid clarity that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

As these thoughts enveloped his mind, a brief, sharp pain in his left wrist caused him to gasp. An involuntary twitch of the muscles in the arm as the body’s instincts screamed at them to pull the arm away. The restraints prevented him from doing so.

The bright light overhead was near blinding, causing his head to hurt. The anti-septic smell in the room and the cold unyielding steel table beneath him only served to remind him of where he was, and what was about to happen. He could barely see the people shuffling into the room on the other side of the glass wall.

He closed his eyes and went back to that cool autumn day when she had walked through the door. He could tell by her motions as she tossed her keys in the dish on the table that she had had a bad day. She had been crying, the mascara running down her cheeks.

He moved toward her and without a word, enveloped her in his arms. She placed her head against his chest and just sobbed for a few moments as he held her.

She pulled back, looked up at him and smiled, her bright green eyes glistening through the tears.

The rest of the memory was lost as the nurse checked the chest and leg straps.

He couldn’t remember how the argument started that day or even what it was about; only that it had lasted for what seemed like an eternity. She had packed her suit case and set it at the top of the stairs as he begged her not to leave. She said “I need time to thinkâ€

[Synthesis]

I knew it. I'm a thread killer.

[queeniejeanne]

Very awesome, though downing a bit. I totally liked it. I am not a pro either. So we all are not critical, nor are any of us who write here a thread killer So keep writing and we will keep reading. I don't always have time to come back to the site....long time since I was on....Queenie Jeanne

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

ARREBATADO

On the east side of Granny Tex’s barn, beside the footpath and sorta up under the big purple martin house, was a perennial pepper bush that produced buckets-full of what the old folks called bird’s eye peppers. Tiny, round, green, and glossy, the fruit turned red when ripened, at which time Granny Tex would fill several glass bottles with peppers and vinegar, and set them on the back shelf in the cupboard to “mellowâ€

[queeniejeanne]

Glad to see you back in high stepping fashion, even if it was to the outhouseQueenieJeanne

[Oldragbaggers]

I'm having Tex withdrawal. It's been way too long since you've posted anything, Tex.

[Ratkity]

Somehow, I missed the latest Tex Little Cowboy story!!!!



Sometimes, my "read" and "unread" icons reset and everything is marked read. Go figger.

Poor little Tex!

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Ratkity

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

Actually…

I’ve been working on the book.

[Ratkity]

Actually…

I’ve been working on the book.

YaaaaaaHOOOOOOOO!

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Ratkity

[southpennrailroad]

Many years ago I was fortunate enough to get a company truck to use for the weekend to get it ready for work. I was working on it that Saturday afternoon, when a neighborhood kid comes buy and asked to see how you drill holes with a battery powered drill. I showed him and the gave a piece of wood to the kid for him to practice with. Well I had to go into the house for a second and when I returned the drill was on the truck's tailgate and the kid was gone. Later that night I had to take a drive when of course suddenly I had a flat tire. It was dark and I jacked up the truck and went for the spare that was normally standing on the back bed side of the truck. Wouldn't you know it the spare was flat. The darn kid apparently took the piece of wood and drilled through it into the spare tire realized what he had done and fled. No I wasn't mad just realized he was just a kid. I should have stayed with him. Lessons learned!

[queeniejeanne]

Hey, that story is funny, i don't care who you are......and I won't let you be the THREAD KILLER on this one anyway...right guys......lets get some more out here and start writing before we have to buy Tex's Book....lolol Queenie Jeanne

[Tumbleweed_Tex]

I wandered in here to look around and see if I wanted to include any of this stuff in the book.

Anyone know why the text in a lot of the pieces is screwed up or lost?