I have to apologize to a number of you who regularly follow my site. The title of this post is very misleading. Many people who will be reading this might be expecting something about our former Commander who we called Timmy after the character on South Park. It was not necessarily a term of endearment. In fact, I have been considering writing about him and our collective experience in early August 2003. That is where we our unit was split into two separate halves. The Go Homes and the Leftovers. But that story elicits a very raw negative emotion from me and I don’t want to write anything that might be misunderstood. I am still thinking about how to best describe this part of my life. So for now, I will leave that story on the shelf.
Recently, I agreed to take part in a writing collaboration project. This project is hosted by my friend Josh McGill over at his site http://themagillreview.wordpress.com . Josh has a great writing site and a wonderfully creative mind. One of his ideas is to enlist the help of fifteen different writers in creating a story. The twist is that each writer has only 100 words to tell their section of the story. My section was posted today. Here is the link. http://themagillreview.wordpress.com/2013/08/26/the-legend-of-tim-higgelmottham-5th-section-of-write-a-short-story-with-me-100-words-at-a-time/
I was the fourth writer on the project. Here are the other writers and their sites should you be able to follow their work.
August 5 (Posted above) — Josh Magill, Editor of The Magill Review
August 12 — Joe Owens, The pen behind “Joe’s Musings” and TMR Contributing Writer
August 19 — Erica Hines, The inspiration for “A Short A Day.”
August 26 — Rob Akers, Writer of his own blog here.
September 2 — Thaddeus Howze, a writer at Hub City Blues.
September 9 — Elvis Alves, author of the poetry collection, Bitter Melon. Check him out here.
September 16 — Justin Cascio, a former managing editor at GMP. His work can be found at his main blog here and here for cooking.
September 23 — M.L. Swift, the “master of the house” at M.L. Swift, Writer
September 30 — Abby Jones, spinner of urban fantasy at Worlds Before the Door.
October 7 — Alexander Ikawah, author of Creative Samples Kenya.
October 14 — Franklin Durden, a beginning writer looking to share more. His writing can be seen here.
October 21 — Ambrozya, a muse for many on her own blog.
October 28 — Angela Magill, Contributing Writer to The Magill Review.
November 4 — Karlene Petitt, author of the aviation thriller, “Flight for Control.” You can read about her here.
Here is the work so far.
The Legend of Tim Higgelmottham
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Tim Higgelmottham, and he was a loser. His loser status was officially recognized at the Semi-Annual Conference on Lameness, Loserdom, Excessive Weirdness, and Disgusting Smells—SACLLEWDS for short. The co-Chairs of the committee—Lucy Windham and Tommy Ribbins—presided over the conference. Lucy and Tommy, both 3rd graders at the height of their power, reigned over Nikola Tesla Elementary School with an iron fist, covered with spiky things dipped in dog snot. In this social climate, most concluded that the best choice was to live quiet lives and pray that Lucy and Tommy’s reign would be brief due to their families moving, alien abduction, or the President finally coming down on tyrannical elementary school dictators.
By Richard Eaker
Until four days ago, Tim had been relatively okay with most of his classmates—even considered somewhat cool. The “incident,” as it had come to be known, changed all that. Now he was simply a loser, someone no other child would be seen with. The moment Lucy heard of the “incident” she pounced at the opportunity to publicly shame Tim—her old nemesis. In her mind, this would be her legacy.
“Tim Higgelmottham. You are charged with being a loser due to suspicion of bed wetting,” said Lucy, from her judge’s perch atop the monkey bars. “How do you plea?”
By Josh McGill
Tim stood stock still, but could feel so many eyes boring into him that he could not help but tremble. Lucy was a despicable little girl, always determined to be in control of her situation. She was the brains and Tommy the muscle, mainly because he was three inches taller than anyone else. Widespread suspicion was that he was older than nine, perhaps even eleven. Tim could only mutter a short phrase: “It’s not true!”
Lucy allowed the cruel smile, known as her trademark, to curl into her lips. She had proof that unknowing Tim count not refute—video proof.
By Joe Owens
“But it’s not true,” Tim said vehemently, looking around.
Lucy held out her still baby fat hand to Tommy, who produced the video evidence.
“So you deny you wet the bed and call the person a liar?”
Tim didn’t immediately answer, as he knew he had to carefully craft his answer.
He hadn’t done that since kindergarten. He remembers feeling something warm stream down his leg and seeing his door close behind a shadow. He never understood why she hated him. Her contempt started soon after his mom and her dad said ‘I do,’ and moved into his mom’s house.
By Erica Hines
After school, Tim sat alone on the curb waiting for his dad to pick him up. Tim’s dad parked and bear-hugged his son. “Sorry, I’m late.”
“Your beard is thick. How was Afghanistan?”
“Productive.” The Navy SEAL replied.
His dad cried while Tim explained the predicament. Dad angrily dumped his ever-present tan rucksack onto the concrete. He handed over Sea Marker, Vaseline, grease pencil, micro video camera, and gloves.
“Tim, these are tools. Your mind is the ultimate weapon.”
“Dad, is this fair?”
“Nothing is fair about war. No mercy. ”
“Will mom be mad?”
“Yes, but you’re worth it.”
By Rob Akers
Thank you for indulging me with this post. As an aside, this is post number 100. Thank you all for supporting me in this project. I am so a blessed man. Thank You All!
Until next time, keep on rockin’.