This prompt was taken from https://killzoneblog.com/2014/06/the-three-elements-writing-exercise-html. I accessed the site today, 9/11/17. "Write a story that contains all three of these elements: A funeral, a missing cat, and a promise."
It was coupled with the www.merriamwebster.com word of the day: bibelot (BEE-buh-loh), meaning 'decorative ornament' or 'trinket.' I challenged my students to use "bibelot" in the writing sample.
It was over. Mom and Dad had decided to hold a backyard funeral for our missing cat, Sparkles. We'd spent two months searching for her, and the last we'd heard, she was seen running down the road with her favorite bibelot in her mouth, past the farm with all the stray dogs. I wondered if they'd eaten her, though they didn't seem the killer type.
Mom had promised we would search until we found Sparkles or her bibelot. Sparkles was nowhere to be found, but the trinket had turned up two days ago. Dad said we would bury the toy in a shoebox, and we could say a few words in memory of Sparkles. I wasn't ready to forget Sparkles yet, but I understood that we couldn't wait for her forever.
I loved my cat. She'd been with us for six years. She wasn't super-cuddly, but she'd let me pet and hold her when I was sad or crying. She was also playful and independent, so it wasn't too surprising that she ran off sometimes. It was just heartbreaking for me when she didn't return this time. Mom and Dad explained that cats don't like to die around their owners, and that maybe she knew her time was coming, so she ran away. At least we had her bibelot to bury; it provided me a little closure.
As we tossed dirt on the shoebox, a few tears slipped down my cheeks. "Good-bye, Sparkles," I whispered.
Moose Patrol
Various views on education and life. Thrilling, huh? Enjoy. Or don't.
Monday, September 11, 2017
Rudy the Red has had enough
The following prompt was written by Brian A. Klems, and it was posted at http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts, on December 16, 2016. I accessed it on 1/24/17, but wrote my wee story on 9/8/17.
"After two years of teasing and name-calling, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer has finally had it. Write a strongly-worded letter to all the other reindeer from Rudolph, allowing him to air his grievances and announce that he is quitting to join ____________."
Dear Bucks,
For many years I have endured shame and humiliation from you weak-minded doe-jumpers, and I have reached my limit. You ruined my childhood! How could you spend your life bringing joy to children, while heaping misery on one of your own? You think you are so special, macho, and handsome, but you are really just cowards.
Even after I saved the day on that foggy Christmas Eve, your ridicule and jealousy didn't stop. You think I haven't noticed all the nasty names you've called me all these years? You think I've been oblivious to the fact that you haven't let me play in your reindeer games?
Well! You may keep you self-important life, you feeble-minded sons of buck-whores! I'm quitting this sordid business to go where I'm appreciated! I'm going to join the Peace Corps Traveling Petting Zoo, where I can help children all over the world all year long, and not just on Christmas Eve.
Let the hunters get you next season and mount your heads on their walls as trophies. I have just one thing left to say to you: Buck you!
Good riddance to the lot of you!
Rudy the Red
"After two years of teasing and name-calling, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer has finally had it. Write a strongly-worded letter to all the other reindeer from Rudolph, allowing him to air his grievances and announce that he is quitting to join ____________."
Dear Bucks,
For many years I have endured shame and humiliation from you weak-minded doe-jumpers, and I have reached my limit. You ruined my childhood! How could you spend your life bringing joy to children, while heaping misery on one of your own? You think you are so special, macho, and handsome, but you are really just cowards.
Even after I saved the day on that foggy Christmas Eve, your ridicule and jealousy didn't stop. You think I haven't noticed all the nasty names you've called me all these years? You think I've been oblivious to the fact that you haven't let me play in your reindeer games?
Well! You may keep you self-important life, you feeble-minded sons of buck-whores! I'm quitting this sordid business to go where I'm appreciated! I'm going to join the Peace Corps Traveling Petting Zoo, where I can help children all over the world all year long, and not just on Christmas Eve.
Let the hunters get you next season and mount your heads on their walls as trophies. I have just one thing left to say to you: Buck you!
Good riddance to the lot of you!
Rudy the Red
What I do now
I teach multiple subjects in a correctional facility in my state. I've been full time for about four years now, and I enjoy what I do. As with all jobs, it has its challenges and frustrations, but overall, I am content.
Betimes, I provide some of my students with writing prompts, and lately, I have joined with them to see what I can produce during the time allotted to them. There is nothing earth-shattering in what I write, but it can be fun to jot down a few lines and see what comes of a few minutes' prose.
Whether you read it or not, like it or not, or respond to it or not, matters little to me. I've simply decided to post it in this blog. Perhaps you'll take the same prompts and write your own stories?
Bill, the Moose on Patrol
Betimes, I provide some of my students with writing prompts, and lately, I have joined with them to see what I can produce during the time allotted to them. There is nothing earth-shattering in what I write, but it can be fun to jot down a few lines and see what comes of a few minutes' prose.
Whether you read it or not, like it or not, or respond to it or not, matters little to me. I've simply decided to post it in this blog. Perhaps you'll take the same prompts and write your own stories?
Bill, the Moose on Patrol
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Adopted, chosen and redeemed
This is the second of two poems on adoption that I wrote for my creative writing class this fall.
Adopted,
Chosen and Redeemed
Life chosen
and redeemed,
Rescued from
hardship, neglect, or danger.
Though
starting off we were strangers
Forever
Family now we’re deemed.
Your life
began within another
Whose love
brought you to earth.
In due time,
she gave you birth,
But she’s not
the one you call Mother.
Having love
was not enough
To feed,
clothe, house, protect you.
Giving you
up, though right to do,
Mentally,
physically, emotionally rough.
We wanted
children, one or two,
But we
weren’t naturally blessed with any.
Private
adoption cost pretty penny,
So
foster-to-adopt is how we got you.
It was
December, barren, cold,
Crying, hungry, our first boy.
Sally there
to share the joy,
When C
arrived, just three weeks old.
M was born two Novembers later
Making C a
proud big brother.
We decided
not to take another;
Their bond
is sealed, what could be greater?
Visits,
hearings, process trying,
All attempts
to end the strife.
Judge
Woodcock ruled each boy’s life
Be spent
with us, with love undying.
Adoption is
life chosen, redeemed,
Rescued from
hardship, neglect, or danger.
Though
starting off we were strangers
Forever
Family now we’re deemed.
This is a long one
This is a
long one.
For two
weeks we have been contending with winter and poor health. A ten-inch snowstorm
was followed a week later by an ice storm. During that time, I missed one whole
day and two half-days of work due to acute bronchitis, the effects of which are
not yet completely gone. On Monday afternoon, as I prepared to leave work and
was scraping the ice off my car, I ended up with a spider-web cracked back
window and a hole the size of a football in said window. A generous coworker
picked me up at my house on Tuesday morning (it was definitely out of her way
to do so). Later, I was talking with a student that had been shoveling the
sidewalk when the window broke and he was asking about the situation. I
mentioned that my home was also without electricity. He was sympathetic, which
was nice. But it was also a chance to say that I believed that God was watching
out for my family and that He would provide whatever we needed. The young man
expressed appreciation for my outlook.
As my
coworker drove me back to town, I called my brother-in-law to ask his advice
(as a homebuilder, he tends to have good ideas!) on making sure our pipes
wouldn't freeze as the temp was expected to drop below zero that night. He said
that he had a kerosene heater that we could use, and he took the time out of
his day to get it out of his barn, clean it up, and get it ready for us. He
agreed to bring it to the Christmas Eve service at our church and give it to us
then.
My coworker
dropped me off at the church, as it was in her neighborhood, and Laurel and the
boys picked me up there a few minutes later. In the meantime, I had called my
folks to see how they were doing and to let them know what was going on with
us. We ran some errands (lunch, a haircut for me, a couple of last-minute items
for Christmas) and then went home to get ready for the service.
By the time we
were ready to go, both my folks and my sister's family had offered to let us
spend the night at their respective homes to stay warm. When we got to the
church early for rehearsal, conversations there led to similar offers from the
pastor's family and an elder's family. We also learned of several other church
families that were without electricity. One couple offered to let me pick up
kerosene from their home after the service to use with my brother-in-law's
heater.
The service
was simple, but beautiful. The special music was soul-stirring. The sermon was
short, but powerful in reminding us that our Savior was born to die that we
might live, that He became poor that we might receive Him and be rich. My heart
still swells with joy at the love of God for His people, and I am so grateful
that He has made me His own!
After the
service, another man in the church offered us the use of a small generator
(brand new, still in the box, he said) to power our furnace, so that we would
at least stay warm. He said he'd provide gas for it, too, to save me the
trouble of getting some, as my gas can is inside a shed I can't access just now
(door frozen to ground). My brother-in-law offered to bring it to us and hook
it up, as our furnace is hard-wired and would need a handyman to connect it
safely (and I'm no handyman). We agreed that this was a better solution than
the space heater, especially since it would help the whole house.
All the
arrangements were made. He would pick up the generator and other necessary
supplies and come to our house later. The elder that offered us a place to stay
would call and check on us to see if we would be coming that night or if we'd
want to go to their home on Christmas. The boys were exhausted and needed
sleep. We still had presents to wrap, of course.
As we drove
into our town, I suddenly noticed that some homes had lights where darkness had
held sway earlier. Then, about a mile from the house, we saw a utility truck,
with men hard at work. Hope began to rise in our hearts. Alas, it was still
dark on our stretch, so I parked the car carefully to allow room for my
brother-in-law and me to get the necessary supplies to the house to set up the
generator.
We went into
the house, where Laurel promptly put the boys to bed in their sleeping bags. I
stayed downstairs in the candlelight, trying to clear a space for my
brother-in-law to work. The elder called to see what our plans were. I thanked
him, as I had thanked my folks, my pastor, and my sister, and said that we
would stay in our own home for the night, but promised I would call again if
our plans changed.
I also
called the power company to try to find out approximately when our electricity
might be on again. The woman with whom I spoke was very gracious. As I gave her
my name and address she said, “Oh!”
She was
about to say that the problem that affected us had taken out 1,000 customers in
one fell swoop. However, as she spoke, I interrupted. “Oh! Our power is on!” I
got off the phone and went upstairs, where I told Laurel and the boys that the
power really was on; it wasn’t the generator. They prayed and thanked God for
that. I called my brother-in-law, who had gone home for some parts before
picking up the generator, and told him he could spend Christmas Eve with his
family.
My heart was
already filled with thanksgiving to God for who He is and for what He has done
for my family and for me, but this really showcased so much of how He has
provided for us. His grace was at work through the generosity of so many
people, and then He provided the power itself to restore what we really needed.
We are
called to obey. We are called to walk by faith and to trust in His goodness.
Walking by faith in these circumstances this week seemed to involve trying to
solve our problems with the knowledge of how life works and with the wisdom God
has promised to give us. Triple-A got my car home on Monday (too far to drive
with too great a likelihood of having tiny shards of glass all over the back seat
of my car), and Geico will send Safelite to my home next Monday to replace the
broken window. I asked for help, and
friends and family responded.
Asking for
help involves humility and grace. The kindness of strangers, family and friends
were demonstrations of grace. Contentment with or giving thanks in all circumstances
is a command of God, and yet He also provides the means of obedience. I was
tempted to complain, but a colleague pointed out on Tuesday that I have a
full-time job now, and as difficult or as challenging as this situation seems,
I have the financial means to deal with it that I did not have a year ago! The
more I thought about his words, the more I started thanking God for each means
of grace in this situation.
God is good.
God has been good to us. God is being good to us, and God will continue to be
good to us. That’s who He is. It is not based on my faithfulness to Him, as I
have none apart from His grace. It is based in His character and His love.
I have much
to thank God for. This week’s little twists and turns have proven to be a
microcosm of God’s faithfulness, goodness and love for us. In a bigger picture,
the provision of full time employment in a position that matches my gifts and
skills is an answer to prayer that took more than a day or two to work out. The
same steps of trust and faith were required, though the process was longer than
getting heat and electricity back in the house. More than that, however, is all
the circumstances of life and God’s provision in every single one. Godly parents
and upbringing, godly and loving wife, faithful pastors and churches,
discipleship in Christ, children, family, friends, coworkers—every situation
and every life intertwined are in the hands of our good, faithful, loving, holy
God. I cannot imagine a better place to be than that.
My heart is
bursting with gratitude for such a wondrous love from the God Who Provides. Thank
you, Lord.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
The search is over
I've been hired as GED-Prep teacher at the youth development center where I've been subbing for the last two years. Eventually, I 'll be working with juveniles and young adults. Praise the Lord!
Adoption
My professor wanted me to write a poem about being an adoptive father.Here is the first of two.
Adoption
Our eager expectation lost,
We mourned with the mournful.
Trying, waiting, nothing gained.
Others’ quivers filled plentiful,
We tried rejoicing with the joyful.
Bitter envy knocked, tears streamed,
Was having children just a dream?
“Foster-to-adopt takes courage.
Children placed and moved,
Bonds forged and broken.”
Was it how we should proceed?
Doors opened, we went, with no regret.
DHHS trained us for the worst,
Yet we hoped for the best.
Invasive home studies, cautioning tales.
Water tests, deck rails, window changed.
Not yet approved, we still waited.
Pregnant pauses notwithstanding,
One phone call changed everything:
“We have a boy, three weeks old.
Would you like him?”
We were bold. “Yes, what time?”
“We will bring him in early evening.”
Unlike others, no nine-month warning,
We needed a crib, bedding, food, clothing!
Bosses accommodated, friends assisted.
In the evening, we were holding
a little boy who’d be our own.
Visits, hearings, all the process,
Attempt to reunify—
An unwanted recess.
Three weeks later he came home,
Truly never more to roam.
Adoption hearing with the judge:
”C is yours until you’re dead.
”C is yours until you’re dead.
Be good to him, now Mom and Dad,
Provide for, love and cherish him,
Forever family. Rejoice. Be glad.”
We overflow with gratitude
That we have this treasured son.
To gain another two years later,
Adopting two who were so young.
This is our little, joyful brood.
WMacD
11/13/2013
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