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Demons, Devils & Denizens of Hell Anthology

Demons, Devils & Denizens of Hell I have been tagged on Facebook to participate in this Anthology by one of my Facebook Friends, Becky Narron. As I have written a few other shorts for such calls, I figured I’d give this one a try, too. *** Just to update, since it has been too long I haven’t, I #amwriting, #amediting, #amrevizing. I’ve been working on restructuring and filling in blank spots on The Barbarian (the story on the blog is now outdated), making his story more complete. It’s going to take a while. I decided I’d take a break and make something new, then I’ll go back to editing, if you want to call it that. For this story, though I haven’t come up with a title yet, I figured I’d make another serial killer, as I did with Hell’s Beginning (sub’d to Azoth Khem Publishing, which is still waiting in the Editor’s pile.)   Without further ado, I give you a small teaser for the current work. In hopes that it will whet your appetite and cause some small anticipation for the completion. Untitled (I’ll edit that when I do think of an appropriate heading.) Agent Herman Schmidt had never seen such vicious crimes. In his 30 years of service, he had witnessed some of the various atrocities one human could do, either to another person or a group of people. However, the mess left by this perpetrator outdid anything he’d had to bear investigating. Schmidt knew this criminal.…

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4TH Word Of The Day

Word Of The Day Sunday, February 12, 2017 on Dictionary.com calliopean [kuh-lahy-uh–pee–uh n] Word Origin 1855-60, Americanism; calliope + -an adjective 1. resembling a calliope in sound; piercingly loud: a calliopean voice. I know, I know, it’s been a while since I made a new WOTD post. If anyone knows me on FB, you would know I have finally finished my story “Hell’s Beginning,” and sent it to the publisher, Azoth Khem Publishing. I now await their response with editorial suggestions. (See me sitting here tapping my fingers on the desk telling myself to be patient. They waited for me, the least I can do is wait for them.) I have also started a new story. About Werewolves, but set in a fantasy world of my own making. There will be Humans involved, but not as enemies, per se. At least, not at first. I don’t want to go real far into what I have planned, because as we all know; “The best-laid plans of mice and men” and all that. (citation follows:) [the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Dictionary.com. The American Heritage® New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2005. http://www.dictionary.com/browse/the-best-laid-plans-of-mice-and-men-often-go-awry (accessed: February 12, 2017).] So, anyway, them’s the plans at this point, so on with the show! I Saw Her In A Dream Genre: Paranormal Fantasy As I sat upon the dais, I thought of the specter that came to me in my dreams. She had lovely green eyes, golden hair…

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3RD Word Of The Day Challenge

3RD Word Of The Day Challenge The “rules.” For this installment, I opted to not go with the actual Dictionary.com word, which they have as igneous. Didn’t resonate with me, so I looked to some of the lists that are there. I went through 4 groups, and happened upon absquatulate. How’s that for a word? I has an easy meaning. Here’s how the website defines it: Absquatulate [ab-skwoch–uh-leyt] verb (used without object), absquatulated, absquatulating. Slang. to flee; abscond: The old prospector absquatulated with our picks and shovel.   Funky old word, ain’t it?   But, first, a word from our sponsor: As a grammatical rule, I have been taught that most two-syllable adjectives, when written in comparative or superlative form, would use “more” and “most,” respectively. It would appear, however, there are exceptions. For instance; Stupid VS Stupider. I cringe when I see the word “stupider,” as I’ve always known “more stupid” is the correct writing. By this article, I have been mistaken. Oh, well. Since each can be correct, I’ll just go with how I use them and suffer others to use which one they wish. I’ll still cringe, though.   On with the show!   Jesse decided he needed to leave town. His girlfriend had dumped him, his best friend basically disowned him. As it turned out, the two had found they got along better together than they did with him and had been running around behind his back. Jesse never saw it, though. His attention usually focused on trying to get something for nothing. He would steal from others and sell the…

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First Word Of The Day Challenge

This is my first Submission The Word Of The Day Challenge So, going to Dictionary.com, the word for January 1, 2017 is: handsel or hansel [han-suh l] noun 1. a gift or token for good luck or as an expression of good wishes, as at the beginning of the new year or when entering upon a new situation or enterprise. 2. a first installment of payment. 3. the initial experience of anything; first encounter with or use of something taken as a token of what will follow; foretaste. verb (used with object), handseled, handseling or (especiallyBritish) handselled, handselling. 4. to give a handsel to. 5. to inaugurate auspiciously. 6. to use, try, or experience for the first time. Actually, quite fitting, as this is the inaugural post for my new challenge. So, here goes: James had been down on his luck for some time. Whenever he thought he might be making progress, life came along and knocked his good fortune out from under him. He never let his problems be known, so no one realized his needs. He figured few would offer him an hansel, let alone help him get through the hard times. He would have to go it alone whether people knew or not. He finally decided on his own handsel; he would play the lottery and see if his luck could change. When the winning numbers were drawn, he amazed everyone by matching all of them. No more would James be a pauper.   I welcome all…

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The Barbarian versus The Nomads

Here is another excerpt from my WIP The Barbarian. In this section, the Barbarian, who is still unnamed, has just returned from scouting with his trainer. The main Shandan Nomad (Shandan is the desert they are in charge of ruling with tyrant abandon, if you will) is resting, as is his second-in-command, and the one left in charge, Shenkar, hates the boy more than the other two do. In the distance, they can see a cloud of dust, and the Nomad who has better long range vision sees the group of Wizards riding hard toward them. It’s a bit rough, as it is still 1st draft, but I’m sure you can get the gist of it. Well, have a look:   Nomads No More Shenkar saw the scouts returning at a leisurely pace after exploring the route to the east. Bolthed and Akheem left him in charge when they retired to one of the wagons for a brief respite, with orders to be called only if needed. Two days prior, a scout from the Wastes had brought them news of the annihilation of their allies, the Destined Ones. He also told of the warning relayed that the Nomads would be next. Bolthed immediately put the band on alert” “The way is clear for the next league, my Lord,” the older scout reported. “Get some rest, then prepare to go back out.” As they turned to leave, the trainer pointed to the north. “My lord, Shenkar; look.” A cloud of dust…

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Haunt Jaunt #ParaDayParT

#ParaDayParT   Paranormal Day 2016 Party Invite   I originally wrote this story for a weekly challenge called #BlogBattle and hosted by Rachael Ritchey. Though I don’t participate every week, the ones I do play a part in garner some comments to my writing, which is always helpful. I did some camping, hiking, climbing action in my youth, either with my older Brother or Sister, or both, so draw from those experiences to pen some of my stories. So, as this is the third time I’ve used this story for a group post type of deal, I’ll just get it posted and let others decide if it is worthy of the Haunt Jaunts theme.   Genre: Thriller/Horror The Rope (c) 2016 By John T. M. Herres Look at it, just swinging there. Like it’s offering a fun time, just like children have. He had a hard time accepting the sight, as it looked so incongruous. He hiked all day through the National Forest, backpack loaded with provisions for a week, and had seen nothing strange. Until now. He trudged the thickest parts of the woods, where very few signs of humans showed. He didn’t like the paths that other people followed, as there would always be residue of sorts that they had passed. In the rough, most people knew how to keep their evidence to a minimum. He knew his journey’s end as only a point on a map. While planning, he tried to find areas that had not been…

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#BlogBattle 47- Forest

Here we are, submitting another story for the #BlogBattle posts. Now, for another surprise, this is close enough to reality to call non-fiction, by the teachings I’ve had. I say, “…a surprise…” because I do non-fiction about as often as Romance, which I did on the last submission I made. Let us not dwell on reasons or excuses, I’ll just write what pops up. Like I can control my thoughts, right?   Be that as it may. On to brighter things: #BlogBattle Number 47 Rules: 1000 words max fictional tale (or true if you really want) PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly! Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related. Go for the entertainment value! State the Genre of your story at the top of your post. Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post) Have fun!   My offering this week is a little, and by little, I mean a whopping 340 words, short about when Dad took us camping in our youth. Could be one of the reasons I like mid-70’s station wagons so…

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Silent Screams- a Short Poem

I wrote this little poem back in Oct2014. Goodness, that long ago? Anyway, it began as most of my writings do, something started me thinking about a silent scream, and this is what came out of it. It is a bit dark, as my Sister told me at the time, but there’s a certain… relatability to it. I think, anyway. So, here it is again, for all to inspect and/or pick apart:   Silent Screams Life behind these padded walls, as surreal as a dream     A dream where even silence screams, but only silent screams         Silent screams of ancient Queens beheaded on a stage   The stage, surrounded by noisy throng     Some hawking wares secured with tongs         Some yammering of someone else’s wrongs One standing above, above any reproach     Heralding merits and valiant deeds like a coach         A coach who stores the team behind padded walls   Yes, life behind these padded walls. wishing t’were a dream     For here, unlike in dreams, the silence screams, but not silent screams         Not silent screams from ancient Queens beheaded on a stage.

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2015 Blog Statistics

Statistics For johntmherres.com I know, most people have already done this and moved on, but if you remember, I didn’t have a very happy end-of-year experience, and it’s taken me a bit to get back into the swing of things.     We all hear that the New Year is a time to make resolutions intended to encourage us to force a change in our lives. Either to start a diet, the goal to make a smaller you, or to quit this, stop that, get something else done, dedicate oneself to making the goals that have, in all years past, gotten broken way too soon after being made. I learned that it is setting myself up for failure when I make such grandiose plans, and began stating that, in the New Year, I would endeavor to do just a little better than the previous year. This is so much easier to accomplish.   Here are the stats they sent me; The WordPress helper-monkeys are working day and night to provide pages and pages of detail on how our blogs are doing. A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 890 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 15 trips to carry that many people. The busiest day of the year was November 3rd with 17 views. The most popular post that day was Home. (Even though the same stats page said “Home” didn’t have any views, and “Traffic Stop”…

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It Must Be A Sign

Funny Signs There are some really funny signs decorating roadways, parks, even posted on the windows of vehicles. A veritable overabundance of visual words that, if not worded correctly, can be a source of immense pleasure. Here are some I’ve found across the web. Some, I’ve had for a while, some I’ll search for to post, but all should be entertaining, to say the least. Let us begin: This is from 1983. My 18th birthday. Goodness, 32 years ago. The caption reads, “Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.” That’s a good intro, but here are some of the photos I wish to share: I had to wipe a word to keep this socially acceptable, but I think the meaning is clear.       If more people would heed this, the world might not be in such bad condition. Some might find that a bit cold…         Always read the fine print…           … and here.         “Can’t you hold it a little longer?”                 Okay, that’s enough for now. How about you? Have you seen some tongue-in-cheek signs that haven’t been overused by other blogs? I’d love to see what others can find and post! Have a great day, week, month, year… Just don’t forget to laugh along the way!

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