Jun 21, 2008
Alcohol
Categories: Just words
Written By: James
He slowly took another swig of the warm, malt whiskey as the sun beat down on his face and the flies honed in on the only moisture for miles around. Alcohol, he thought to himself - it’s all I have left now…
June 22nd, 2008 at 12:12 am
Wow. There’s a lot of story in those 2-1/2 lines. With less than 40 words, you’ve really stirred my imagination, James.
June 22nd, 2008 at 12:31 am
Dear Sir/Madam: I’ve just come across your web-site, and am wondering if I may send you my 2 page letter, on how my beautiful late husband & myself, allowed alcohol to destroy our health.
Kindly let me know.
Many thanks.
Sheila
ph. no. 250-995-1643
June 22nd, 2008 at 9:09 am
@Corey,
I like to pick a word at random and make a simple one or two sentence story from it. Don’t ask me why. I guess it’s just another peculiarity of mine.
@Shirley Joyce Gibbs
Certainly you can send me your letter. I am just wondering why you would want to do that in this instance?