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gadget

Tan trenchcoat? Check. Battered fedora? Check. Gadgets galore? Check. I guess I’m ready for Halloween. Now if only my limbs really stretched like that…

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 04.21.2011 @ 7:35 am

acoustic

Softly strumming his dreadnaught accoustic, David began to quietly sing about loss and uncertainty. Larry knew his brother was singing about Lauren, but that didn’t take anything away from the haunting melody or the sadness that settled over the coffee house.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 04.19.2011 @ 11:53 am

tarnished

Grandma held the tarnished silver teapot, mesmerized, as memories of the past 60 years flashed in front of her eyes. Here was her husband when they were newlyweds, there at little Jeanine’s baptism…

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 12.28.2010 @ 10:03 pm

strung

Eamon sat back on the bar bench and reached for his ale tankard. Now that his lute was strung, he was ready to earn his dinner and a dry, warm place to sleep. He looked forward to it.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 06.09.2010 @ 1:44 pm

hawk

Standing on the corner, the young boy tugged his cabbie hat out of his eyes and again called out the day’s headlines. His hawking on the corner made him as much as 30 cents a day.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 06.09.2010 @ 12:15 am

sandwich

The aroma from the warm wheat bread made my mouth water. Taking a bite, I felt the soft swiss cheese melt between the ham and the turkey.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 05.22.2010 @ 1:56 am

kite

The tail streaming behind it, my dragon kite flight caught an updraft between the smoke-stained brick chimneys in the alley behind my apartment building. The kite soared up until it got tangled with the clothes line from Mrs. Johnson’s kitchen window ledge.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 05.21.2010 @ 1:16 am

trap

Slinking down the corridor ahead of the party, Calmoril peered ahead towards the ivory pedestal that dominated the stone chamber.

“Smell that,” he spoke as he sniffed? “It smells like death.”

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 04.25.2010 @ 11:45 pm

joyful

Joyful appears mostly in old hymns; I don’t encounter this word used as a common adjective but rarely. I’m not certain as to why that may be, but it’s how it is. C’est la vie.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 04.20.2010 @ 4:00 pm

propel

This water tastes like it has chalk in it; what IS it? “Propel? I’ve never heard of it”. Don’t EVER bring me this crap again when I’m thirsty or you will wind up with a chalky enema.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 04.19.2010 @ 10:03 am

coaster

The glass tumbler sat on the desk, the sweat running in rivulets to the old oak, threatening to ring it.

“Here now, quickly”, fussed Theodore. “Place this coaster beneath that glass before it ruins the desk.”

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 04.15.2010 @ 2:13 pm

holy

Radiance glowing from afar, the parishioners bowed their heads at the angelic figure stepping down from the stained glass window overlooking the alter.

“Be not afraid,” it spoke.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 04.08.2010 @ 4:01 pm

birdhouse

I not actually your friend but I am… Lyrics from TMBG – “Birdhouse in your Soul”. Funny how songs and bands can warp your mind back to those times when that music pervaded your reality.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

mittens

My hands would have been frozen except for the warmth provided by those hideous, hand-knitted mitten from my Great Aunt Becky. The garish orange and green yarn stared at me from the snow, but my hands stayed dry and warm.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 12.25.2009 @ 11:27 pm

wallpaper

Pulling back the dingy wallpaper, I found the old plaster of the kitchen wall appeared yellowed with age and covered in dust and grime. And yet, taped the wall, was the note I’d been looking for…

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 12.21.2009 @ 8:35 pm

alignment

Paladins, assassins, bards, barbarians, and druids were all characters with alignment limitations in previous editions of D&D. Now, with little emphasis on structured morality…

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 12.20.2009 @ 7:30 pm

iphone

Seems like Apple is personifying and personalizing everything: iPhone, iPod, iTouch.

I wonder why electronics are being so closely linked to people.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 03.22.2010 @ 9:28 pm

runway

Staring out into the audience, Christine saw lots of emotions in the eyes riveted to the gown she wore. But none of those emotions were for her, and that saddened her. Why was the clothing compelling in ways she was not?

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 03.26.2010 @ 1:44 pm

cave

Set recessed into the cliff wall was a small opening, barely large enough for the dwarf to squeeze into; the wriggling was worth the shelter from the driving wind the crevasse provided.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 03.27.2010 @ 8:54 am

clip

30 seconds was all they had to go on. 30 seconds of accidental video captured on someone’s blackberry was the only link to the kidnapper. That video clip was gold, but they needed to mine the images for information and quickly.

» Posted By Forrest McDonald On 03.29.2010 @ 11:44 pm

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