by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on April 30, 2010
Opening lines: I have been afraid of putting air in a tire ever since I saw a tractor tire blow up and throw New Hardbine’s father over the top of the Standard Oil sign. I’m not lying. He got stuck up there. About nineteen people congregated during the time it took for Norman Strick to walk up to the Courthouse and blow the whistle for the volunteer fire department. They eventually did come with the ladder and haul him down, and he wasn’t dead but los his hearing an din many other ways was never the same afterward. They said he overfilled the tire.”
by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on April 22, 2010
Opening line:
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”
by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on April 16, 2010
Mice, moles, rats and voles. Sometimes rabbits. For being so low on the food chain (and at times, oh so pesky) rodents have their fair stake in the literary canon. Across decades, children have been captivated by the tales of tiny, tailed creatures – as have adults.
Perhaps we love to see such timorous creatures act [...]
by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on April 11, 2010
Never let it be said that the WrittenWord crowd is behind the times. Tiger Woods has, apparently, done his 6-week sentence for boinking his way across America. He’s hitting the Masters in his victorious return from moral turpitude, and we’re still waiting for the first definitive guide to his escapades. For now, here are a [...]
by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on April 1, 2010
Sounding smart (without being smart)
If you were to time travel back and visit yourself, would you take that as an opportunity for sexual exploration?
Note: This is designed to titillate exceptionally boring dinner conversation. Use with discretion.
