I write about what I'm thinking or what I've imagined in an effort to regain that childhood imagination and marry with my many years of real experiences. I'm getting better at it the more I write.I am a published author of two romantic intrigue novels.My books can be found at Amazon.com or if you want a personalized copy, by emailing me at douglasknight85@gmail.com.
Harold’s eyes roll towards his eyelid. Could he be considering giving the masses a chance to get to know him? I could introduce him. I begin to devise a plan. “I can talk to some folks at the Evansville Rescue Mission* and tell them that I’ve talked with you,” I […]
“What was different about Auntie Louise?” “Forget it. I don’t want to discuss it anymore,” Harold waves one hand across in front of him and his words echo bouncing off ever wall of the hewn out hole in the side of the hill descending down into the banks of Pigeon […]
I offer my hand. Harold glances down at my hand. Then he looks me in the eye. He takes my hand. His grip is extreme. My mind jumps to that moment where he indicated he might not allow me to leave. I put that behind me as I promised. “Maybe […]
Harold says nothing and does nothing to stop me. Once outside, I turn to take one last look at my discovery in the cave. I’m more curious than ever about this interesting man. What an opportunity I miss because I behaved so inhumane. Harold keeps watching me. He cannot trust […]
Harold’s hand smacks the cave wall just beside my head, “Why did you ever come here?” “Something deep within me,” My voice trembling even though I try not to appear shaken. Harold smacks the cave wall again, “The question was rhetorical.” He punches the wall with his fist and then […]
I’m not Sasquatch Listening to Harold speak with such a rich tone and perfect diction, I forget about his bizarre appearance, but then I look up and all I can think is how much he resembles pictures I’ve seen of Big Foot. “Have you ever been mistaken for Big Foot?” […]
It has been months, maybe even a year since I hike the woods near my home. Part of Pigeon Creek runs through it. This part of the creek is not the most beautiful or sanitary. So, often I pay it little attention. Yet, something deep inside of me urges me […]
In December 1944 the German Army under Field Marshal General Gerd von Rundstedt launched an all-out offensive against the western front, popularly known as the Battle of the Bulge. The German attack bowed the American front line westward almost to the Meuse River. Many medical units, among them the 44th […]
(Continued from No Less Glory – Another Letter To Home) I hope you have read Psalm 23 but not only read it but really looked at it as if you were looking at it for the first time. I think you will need to understand it the way I now […]
Dear Mom and Dad, “Yea, thou I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil for thou art with me.” I remember memorizing all of Psalm 23 in church. I never really understood that verse until I came to this war. I think I […]
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