Archive for 'Fridays’ Stories'

Friday’s Story #15

Posted 23 October 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 2 Comments

  Lost in New Hampshire By Keith Wilcox       They say Halloween is supposed to be scary, but I doubt whoever they are meant genuinely scary. I think they meant scary in the sort of way a roller coaster is scary – fun scary. Well, I was legitimately scared last night. Thank God I dressed […]

Friday’s Story #14

Posted 16 October 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 2 Comments

  Saturday Afternoon By Keith Wilcox   John was going through his typical pre-race warm-up routine.  It consisted of standing around talking to his friends who had come to watch him win – again.  Cross Country had become a big deal at his school since John came to campus.  The sport had been a quixotic […]

Friday’s Story #13

Posted 09 October 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 5 Comments

This Story is part of an ongoing series that I thought of recently.  It is just a part of a bigger piece which I have started to put together in the last few weeks.     The Story By Keith Wilcox   Andrew climbed into bed at his dad’s request even though he really wasn’t […]

Friday’s Story #12

Posted 25 September 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 2 Comments

  The Cookie Truck By Keith Wilcox   Bobby and Alan stood in Bobby’s front yard. There was a gas station across the street. The two boys stood watching as a delivery truck pulled up to one of the pumps. As a man stepped out of the truck Bobby said to Alan, “You know that […]

Friday’s Story #11

Posted 18 September 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 3 Comments

      The Bucket By Keith Wilcox   I have an empty bucket.  My mom told me to help clean the kitchen floor.  I’m supposed to take this bucket and fill it with water and soap.  I’m walking outside towards the spigot, and I’m thinking that water is not what I’d like to fill […]

Friday’s Story #10

Posted 04 September 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 2 Comments

  The Fight By Keith Wilcox   It was recess at Edgewood Middle School and most of the boys were either playing basketball, waiting to play basketball, or sitting on the grass watching basketball.  September was the month that basketball  was popular.  In August it was soccer.  Max was one of the boys playing the […]

Friday’s Story #9

Posted 28 August 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 1 Comment

  The Bus by Keith Wilcox    Mark didn’t like school, but he did like the school bus.  He liked the bus most when it was taking him  home rather than to school.  His stop was one of the last ones on the route, and he loved watching kids get off ,and having time to […]

Friday’s Story #8

Posted 21 August 2009 | By | Categories: featured, Fridays' Stories | 3 Comments

Jeans By Keith Wilcox   The mall was organized chaos.  There were no signs saying walk on the right, but people, for the most part, walked on the right.  Every so often there would be a guy, usually a guy, who bucked the trend and walked against the flow.  The flow was ambivalent; it treated the […]

Friday’s Story #7

Posted 14 August 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 3 Comments

         Rain   by Keith Wilcox      The kids who were playing in the park were unaware of the approaching rain.  They played on, happily, on the swings and in the sand.  The older kids were in the big field playing catch.  The younger ones were making friends and running through the main play […]

Friday’s Story #6 — The End

Posted 07 August 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 5 Comments

   This is the conclusion of Memorial (parts 1, 2, and 3)… “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadethe me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his names sake. Yea, though […]

Friday’s Story #6 — Part 3

Posted 01 August 2009 | By | Categories: Fridays' Stories | 4 Comments

      Continuation from Memorial Parts 1 and 2                    Kentucky was beautiful at 9 o’clock in the morning.  Light fog seeped through thick foliage and hung over the highway and the streams and rivers East of Lexington.  We stopped at a truck stop to go to the bathroom and buy more unhealthy […]