https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/nathaniel-sewell/bobbys-socks/ BOBBY'S SOCKS by Nathaniel Sewell KIRKUS REVIEW Debut novelist Sewell spins a tale of childhood sexual abuse and a quest for justice. Summer camp should be full of good times that result in happy memories, but that’s not the case for 9-year-old Robert. The evil Mr. Diabolus, who also serves as the assistant principal at Robert’s school, punishes the boy over a trifling issue by first locking him in a closet, Continue Reading
A Kentucky Boy at 50
It has come to my attention that as of December 28th, 2015, I shall be 50 years of age. 50? How has this happened? I don't know what to think or to feel. I hope I am at my mid-point, but if not, that's life. I don't want to write, 50 years 'OLD', because I don't think or feel 'OLD'. I've been lucky in life, by and large, and unless I told you I was 50, you'd not think me 50. I don't think I act like a stereotypical 50 year old remembering from my Kentucky childhood when men wore felt Continue Reading
1929 Pierce Arrow – Let’s Travel Across Route 66
Now that I'm 'patiently' waiting for the initial story editor analysis, I thought I'd share the type car that the characters where in as they drove from Carmel-by-the-Sea down to Los Angeles, roamed about old LA, and then across Route 66 toward Kentucky. This particular car was originally owned by Charlie Chaplin. I thought it was a car that my grandparent's could have actually seen as they studied at the Bible Institute of Los Angeles, BIOLA, from 1926 to 1930. So, I thought the car was a Continue Reading
5th&Hope
Hello! I have reemerged from my writing rabbit hole, as I've finished my current project, 5th & Hope. I've decided to share the opening. It tells the story of a middle-aged man's journey to reconnect with his grandparents after his mother's death. 5th&Hope As the gray evening fog had billowed across my vantage point, I stood near the jagged cliff edge as a red-tailed hawk squealed its high-pitched warning. I leaned against a waist-high, custom crafted stone wall that separated Continue Reading
Want Another Biscuit? (a short story)
Want Another Biscuit? Breakfast was short that day, I had hoped it might not end, scrambled eggs and crisp hog bacon, bold black caffeinated coffee stoked my internal engine, oh, the new day had started so fine, so grand, so sublime. “Want another biscuit?” she asked, as the skinny waitress sashayed past. “Why yes, yes, indeed, but this will have to be my last,” said I, Mister S. Ass. “Don’t want to grow and expand into the size of an enormous rhinoceros’ ass.” She sort of grinned at Continue Reading
Distant Sparkle
Distant sparkle in the night sky, I stare up at you, I wonder, why, why, why? Light of the world I'm asking you, How can this be, why is this tragedy true? My feeble brain squishes inside my head, Searching for answers from this dread, But I feel nothing, just my numb, blank stare, At a television picture reflecting true fear, true hell, I search for you dark star, For I know you are there, I sense your evil everywhere, This time as a violent thief of tiny, innocent Continue Reading
The Story of Lord Elmer (the reluctant stud)
Lord Elmer - The story of a reluctant stud “It was - SUCH - a confusing day,” Lord Elmer said. Like any high-strung, reddish-brown-coated thoroughbred, Lord Elmer refused to lie down in the rolling bluegrass pasture. His long snout flared; his voice was a bit lispy and gravely. "I am ... quite confused." “Yes, yes, go on,” Dr. Keene said. A winter white painted four-plank fence surrounded Dr. Keene’s office. A stereotypical wise old grey owl, he hunched atop the highest Continue Reading
Sex Crazed Teacher – NY Post
Sex Crazed Teacher - NY Post http://nypost.com/2014/10/19/alleged-sex-crazed-teacher-wore-risque-outfits-to-school-events/ Unfortunately, the NY Post article about a predatory teacher has become passé. These sort of stories are regularly bubbling up from the nasty sex abuse world. However, I think the article does provide an interesting window into school administration. If I were a parent, the article would cause me to demand an audience with my school administration, and I'd want to know Continue Reading
I Marvel
I ceased the run, I knew it was the best my middle-age body could do, It was my routine to keep my pasty-white body thin, It was just what I do, Or, was I just fooling myself, What do you do? In reality, does the exertion just keep us sane? I do not know, But I'll try to maintain, And then I felt a rhythmic cadence from my heart beat pulsing into my moist thumb print, That I’m still here, I’m alive, Alive, At least, the best I could feel, Oh well, Weird, that they tell me my Continue Reading
The Adventures of Pink Petunia – #4 – Bacon!
As you can see, I loved the Pinky Bone, and believe me it was an amazing thing to gnaw on. BUT, this might be the shortest lesson I can share. It is quite simple, straight forward and I can express this magic in a single word - BACON! The author dude gave me a lot of bacon today, and he scratched me behind the ears. It seems his 'aluminum-matter' won a foot ball game? I don't know what that means, and what's a foot? I have paws. But after I engorged myself with this magical delicacy, I Continue Reading
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