An Ode to Russell Brand

I like Russell Brand. And I like secrets. But what if it’s all made up?

What if I had a secret that one night I’d had a secret rendezvous with Russell Brand? Can you imagine what that might be like?

Mister Brand, um, Russell, what’s your take on secrets? I mean do you have any?

Ah, let’s just focus for a few precious moments on how to deal with this. I mean, socie’y today, I mean if you’ve go’asituation where bof par’ies . . . fekenell . . . if bof par’ies . . . I mean this sounds like something that’s been made up! I mean if you know anything about anything, I mean . . . is this made up? Fekenell. Wicked!

Gran’ed it’s not a true ode, but socie’y today . . . well a lot of it’s made up.


The Ghost of Rattle Snake River

This is my first week participating in the writing challenge Mondays Finish The Story.

Mondays Finish the Story provides a photo prompt (by Barbara W. Beacham) and the opening line of a story. The challenge is to finish the story in 100-150 words. For me a special challenge is to figure out how to link it all up, here goes.

Here is this week’s photo prompt:


Here is the opening line: Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River.

Here is my story, word count 150:

The Ghost of Rattle Snake River

Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River. Rolling hills peppered with boulders, perfect for hiding behind when strangers wandered in, surrounded the shack. Not that there were many strangers, only folks around were a hundred miles away. If anyone wandered in they were bounty hunters. Jack had a way with them. A few drags on a bong and free rein to his marijuana crops scattered throughout the lush wild fauna and they usually  left him alone. Anyone who didn’t got a hole in the head and a watery grave. That’s just the way it was.

Until the day of the rattle snake, the snake-ghost of the river which had taken its name. It caught Diamond Jack by surprise that last morning of his life. Jack didn’t stand a chance. His body was found beside the river. Now when bounty hunters wander in they find Diamond Jack’s spirit beckoning them to the river. No one ever sees them again.