Monday, October 12, 2014

I think it is Monday. Its been rainy and gray, the whole live long day – yeah, I know. Cheap swipe.

Anyhow. They caught the dude that raped the 100 hundred year old woman.

And they’ve ID’d the body they pulled out of the drain/over flow ditch around Wichita.

And I cannot shake the day dream of being the stud to three beautiful women and being the kahuna of a small potato farm in Idaho who has the effect of good over evil, but is suicidal over honesty.

The re-occurring fantasy is bothering me because it comes to the surface as so many short stories I’ve written. As an almost completed story, leaving me few sentences to polish and then send off to be published. Kind of like whole chicken where I only have to pull a few pin feathers.

I’m not certain whether I should lay off he potato chips or write the story as it appears in my flights of other worldliness. It is a rather neat story and has come back over time in several forms (a hero, three goddesses, four very big dogs that claim not to be wolves, a successful potato farm and inventions of toys of out world capabilities).

Awesome day dreams.

I not sure I’d care to have everyone understand how demented and deprived I am.

Still . . . Halloween does loom.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey  

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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3 Responses to Monday, October 12, 2014

  1. johnrailtime says:

    gonna have to change the name to spud ida ho ho

    • tenwhiskey says:

      Hi, John. Getting my self up for Halloween. Every once in a few years I get the urge and publish a Halloween story. The one bugging me is rather bloody. Well, in an abstract sort of way. But your vote is received. And speaking of no no, November write a novel in a month is just around the corner – tried it yet?

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