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Mack D. Ames
Bio
Educator & writer in Maine, USA. Real name Bill MacD, partly. Mid50s. Dry humor. Emotional. Cynical. Sinful. Forgiven. Thankful. One wife, two teen sons, one male dog. Baritone. BoSox fan. LOVE baseball, Agatha Christie, history, & Family.
Stories (43/0)
Sally's Joy
Sally's bright blue eyes brimmed with joy. Every direction she turned, children laughed with delight, squealed as the icy white powder found its way under their snowsuits to their bare skin, and roared with excitement as they raced down the hill on their sleds. She loved to make kids happy, and this day was filled with them.
By Mack D. Ames5 months ago in Fiction
They Promised Sunshine. Content Warning.
They promised sunshine today, but all I see is grey skies. It's not like the sky is partly sunny and mostly cloudy, okay? It's all grey. Freaking forecasters f*cked it up. The only sunshine happened in sunrise. Ever since then, their promise of SUNNY ALL AFTERNOON has been a crock of shite.
By Mack D. Ames5 months ago in Writers
"Ice, Ice, Maybe"
I am the least creative person I know. When I think I know a topic, I jump into my favorite tire track or rut, and I'm off to the races. I'm sure to wear blinders, too, so that nothing and no one can persuade me to the contrary. Far be it from me to seek input or to consult anyone more experienced than I. No, no, no! It is my way or the highway, baby. Put the bit between my teeth and ride me to the finish line.
By Mack D. Ames6 months ago in Humor
"It's gone!"
I am a world traveler, but I've only been lost once. I'm not sure where I was born, but I know I was fashioned into the one I am today in upstate New York in 1997. He found me there and said I was just perfect for his plans. He asked that I receive the right amount of training: "Polish that one up," he said, "and I'll return in a few weeks to settle the matter." I admit that he seemed a little anxious, but he was beaming broadly when he arrived at the appointed time and took me with him.
By Mack D. Ames6 months ago in Marriage
Fizzled
If Vocal taught me anything in my first year of membership, it was that other members hold a higher appreciation for the words fumbling from my keyboard than do the judges at Vocal. Had I written this four months ago, it would have been a bitter admission; today I state facts with a wry chuckle and a heavy dose of humility. My aspirations for 2024 are not to burn out or give up on writing.
By Mack D. Ames6 months ago in Writers
Shout out to Kendall Defoe
My mother read to me after lunch almost daily when I was four and five years old. She probably did so when I was younger than that, but I don't recall it. We'd sit on the couch in the dining room--a room large enough to hold a table that seated the eight of us in my family, plus two easy chairs and a sofa. We weren't wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, but we lived in an 1820-built farmhouse in Maine, and two of the rooms still had tin ceilings that fascinated me.
By Mack D. Ames10 months ago in Chapters
Lost My Way in the Darkness. Content Warning.
In the early days of American history, the tenets of Christianity were either embraced or generally tolerated as positive guidelines for establishing societal norms and legal expectations. Many of the Founding Fathers were not Christians per se but held to Deist views that acknowledged the value of Biblical mores in the public square. Simultaneously, they recognized the danger of selecting winners and losers in the world of religion, which is how Thomas Jefferson's privately-held belief of "the separation of church and state" came into existence as the mantra of the masses that sought to keep God out of everything. This separation resulted in a complete loss of moral compass for the United States by the early twenty-first century, as the culture of death replaced the culture of life that had previously prevailed.
By Mack D. Ames10 months ago in Fiction
Lost My Way in the Darkness
In 2019, my interest in reading was rekindled after a lengthy hiatus, but I discovered that my thirst for short stories was greater than for full-length books. As a result, I searched online for free websites to use to sate my appetite. I discovered several apps and sites that provided ample results, which I consumed with relish.
By Mack D. Ames10 months ago in BookClub
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