A Miracle Of God (Short Story)

Dreaming here on a porch in front of a house in Southwest Michigan looking at what we call trees. There are large ones and small ones all with different shapes. They have limbs growing out from the trunks some go up and some go down, each of these limbs have smaller limbs going every which away. All of the smaller limbs have leaves up the limb and growing out the end. These leaves are in bunches of one through five spreading in all directions making a canapé that blocks out the light from the sunrays. As the wind blows all the leaves move at different directions like little hands waving good bye to who ever is watching. All the leaves are of a different shape some are large and fat others are small and skinny. Some have only one point and others have as many as six points. They are all green but of a different color green. These trees are made up of roots in the ground and trunks with limbs growing out from it with leaves growing from the limbs. These trees are all different kinds. I see Elm, Walnut, Maple, Oak, Hickory, Poplar, and Sumac. They are…

Granddaddy Tree

GRANDDADDY TREE by William L. Bradbury Jeff is the best tree climber in the neighborhood. He spends all his free time up in some tree. Either at home, or someone else’s place. The bigger the tree the better he likes it. Cody being the new kid to the neighborhood didn’t know anything about climbing trees. Where he lived Before, trees were not big enough to climb. Now Cody is about to find the in and outs of tree climbing. “Hey there, you new around here. What I mean do you live around here.” Jeff’s way of saying hello. “Yes, I live right here in this house.” As Cody pointed towards his new home. “My name is Jeff. What is your handle?” “My name is Cody, and I don’t have a handle.” “Do you like climbing trees?” Jeff asked. “Don’t know, never climbed any before, why?” “I am the best tree climber around here. I have climbed all of these trees hundreds of times. I mean clear to the tops.” Jeff bragging just a little. “It doesn’t look like much fun to me.” “Come on Cody, lets go try that one. I will show you how, then you will see.” “You…

Desert Journey (Short Story)

    DESERT JOURNEY   Written by William L. Bradbury     Cory’s parents had left for the day to go shopping in the big city. He had just turned   twelve, and was bigger then the other boys his age. After he finished his chores, his   thoughts turned to his horse, and trouble-maker old Toby. It was blue skies and seventy   degrees with five miles per-hour winds. It was going to be another beautiful day. He   would call Tim. They could go riding in the desert and collect things.  There were a lot   of beer and pop cans laying around that they could recycle into money.   “Tim, would you like to, or can you go riding today?”   “Just a minute, I will ask.”   “Sure, just for a little while.”   “Great, I will pack some food and water while you are riding over see you soon.”   Cory made some sandwiches and got snacks, and some cold pop. Then he thought of   two old gunny sacks for the treasures they would find. Tim came riding up; he was   smaller then Cory but he was willing to go any place and…

Visiting Grandpa (Short Story)

VISITING GRANDPA “Hurry up children we have to go, remember you are staying with Grandpa.” “Mom, can I take my cat?” “Yes Becca, you can take spot. He likes to play with Grandpa’s collie, Jake.” “Brad, shake a leg we have to leave now.” While driving to grandpa’s, dad remarks. “Look at that black cloud over in the west. It sure doesn’t look good.” “Yes, we may get drenched before we get back from town.” “Look Brad, Jake is out by the road waiting for us.” “Becca, you carry Spot, it has been a long time since Jake has seen him.” “I know, but Jake doesn’t forget.” “Bye Mom!” “Bye Dad!” “Goodbye children, we will see you at about six, don’t forget to tell Grandpa what time.” “Hi Jake, where is Grandpa,” as Brad reaches to scratch his ears. “Brad, there he is in the door of the barn.” “Becca, that sky is really getting black, let’s run.” “Hey Grandpa!” Brad yells, as they get closer. “Hi kids, you had better get the lead out, or you are going to get wet.” Then the loud thunder, one after the other rolled across the sky. Brad and Becca jumped into high…