The Best of The WorstThis blog features writing from my younger years … from mortifying diary entries and bad poetry to high school newspaper articles and short stories. As a tortured teen, I would have been crushed had my poignant poems and powerful prose not been taken seriously. But the funniest things are often those that are unexpected, and re-reading my efforts as an adult, I find that I was often at my best and most entertaining when I was trying to be anything but that.
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Category Archives: The Islanders
“Hold still,” Kevin said. “Don’t move.” Darrel moved toward James. “Hold still, Champ. Don’t move.” As Darrel got closer, James jumped up. The scorpion flicked its poisonous tail and stung the child’s leg. James yelled and fell on the ground, … Continue reading
Candy had a good idea for a shower, but she couldn’t make the hut for the shower stall by herself, so all of the girls made it. “Put two poles in the ground on this side of the river,” she … Continue reading
“He’s asleep,” Brent said as he walked out of Darrel and Stephanie’s hut. “You really play that flute well,” Stephanie told him. Brent had made a flute from some bamboo and he played simple tunes on it. He loved to … Continue reading
Darrel got out of bed and saw that the baby’s face was turning kind of bluish. He hit James’ back gently but firmly. Soon James was breathing again. Everyone had come into their hut when they heard the yelling. “I’ll … Continue reading
The men stumbled through the jungle all the way to camp. “I’m home, honey,” Steve called. “Is dinner ready?” “We’re over here, Steve,” Cari said. “Come help us peel the pineapples.” “Hi baby,” Brent said to Cathy. “Give daddy some … Continue reading
Cathy and Candy got to the hut first. “Light some candles,” Cathy ordered. “I’ve got them,” Candy said, as she lit the candles that were made from pig’s fat.