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New Horizon’s Writers’ Group

Skeletons Sandy Ilsen The child stood in front of the bookcase, fascinated, aching to open the books and see if they had any pictures. She ran her fingers gingerly over the leather binders and gold embossed printing. “Sandra, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, you’re not to touch those books.”…

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  Santa Claus’ Failure Bob Hirt We had a neighbor back east who bordered on what might commonly be called “a weirdo” or maybe more succinctly, “a crackpot.” He was a nice enough fellow when he stopped by to chat, always coming with a joke that was either corny or didn’t have a “punch line.”…

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 AARP Romance Ruby Regina Witcraft They met, alone, in the darkened kitchen of their home while soft jazz was playing in the other room. Passion has no meeting place boundaries as their eyes met. She had visions of him sweeping the bowl off of the dining room table and laying her gently down on the…

New Horizons Writers’ Group

What is New Horizons Writer’s Group? Bob Hirt For the newer members of our group, I thought it appropriate to restate some of the policies and thoughts about our group that you may not be familiar with. I, and most of us, wanted it to be open and casual with one another. We want to…

New Horizona Writers’ Group

Hey y’all, it’s MEAD Bob Hirt My dad, a beekeeper as well as a dairy farmer, was good at both occupations. But if given the choice, income notwithstanding, he’d rather have been a full-time beekeeper. He just loved his honeybees. He had them working for many years in the orchards of between seven and ten…

New Horizons Writers’ Group

Fear in the water Bob Hirt Our old black Buick careened down the steep gravel wash toward the water’s edge of my family’s favorite swimming place. Burden Lake is a small lake in the back reaches of Rensselaer County in the Hudson Valley of New York State. It seems like very few people know or…

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Grandfather Clock Bob Hirt Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock. Our shiny grandfather clock. It sits quietly in its corner, keeping time, yet it knows not at all of time, nor place, from where it came and where it finally goes. It sits there without opinion, without thought, without destination, without a dream to own. It merely exists. Yet…

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Our Winter Years Jeri Holcombe Ragan (To Honeyboy and Charlie) Years have come and gone; Our steps no longer lithe as we cross the yard. Your whiskers and mine, whiten our faces into two grizzled old men. Still, you follow me in slow arthritic walk, a rhythm we both know. You nudge my hand to…

New Horizons Writers’ Group

The Hillbilly Bob Hirt “Hi … ? Bob …?” the fellow offered, almost quizzically, as he stepped out of his 1995 Honda Accord sedan at the edge of my driveway and sidled slowly over to me: “My name’s Jake Jenkins and I talked a couple days ago to your brother, Tommy, back East. He mentioned…

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Ducking the Problem Bob Hirt Duck Dynasty of TV fame has recently met its match. The Dynasty group, unshaven and often scruffy in appearance but no intellectual dummies, have graced television screens throughout the country with their quirky comments, their retorts and humor. But now in the news is another rather humorous item for us…