It was evening in the Mullingham household and Abraham and Moira Mullingham had just sat down to a dinner of hot spaghetti noodles drenched in a pungent tomato sauce, a dish Moira’s father had taught her to make in her youth, which she took great pride in serving. Abraham, a heavy-set, light skinned man who looked to be in his fifties, but had only reached his forty-fifth year, a man with green...
I watched the two of them in the window on the second story of the Hotel Petr. The white crosses on the window only partially obscured them. Dominika’s hat was pulled low in an attempt to disguise her face, but she was unmistakable. The Russian general Igorek stood over her, huge and hideous, holding her close to his mouth. He breathed on her face and bared his teeth in the afternoon sunlight...
On Saturday Aug 26, 4014, at the hands of her most creative and intelligent inhabitant, Earth succumbs to Man’s destructive nature. The first bombs erupt near the great lakes, spreading a peeling fire across Earth’s western cheek. Flares of white light leak out of the atmosphere as bomb after bomb hit their mark. Black clouds bloom over New York, Milwaukee, Little Rock, Flagstaff, closing...
Caleb Jacobo. (1988–PRESENT). Initial Draft. Public Writing Journal. 2014. sheouit sheouit, read by Caleb Jacobo at fifty feet above the field She rose; somewhere stooped aloof martin breached His bush. Then at ten feet Her dented sepals spread; so There in His bush martin hid His eyes. Then at five feet She spoke invitingly; so from There martin went with fruit to hear...
Since 2006, Death has visited my personal relations several times. First, my mother and step-father by car. Next, my aunt by lightning, shortly followed by my grandfather in despair. I watched my grandmother die in poverty and now her son, my dear uncle, too soon in illness. Until Friday the 22nd, at my uncle's funeral, I hadn't the skill nor the guts to stand up and say anything for the people I...
Caleb Jacobo. (1988–PRESENT). Initial Draft. Public Writing Journal. 2014. Ligeia’s Warning THE ARGUMENT.—This poem can be supposed to have taken place moments before the great war in heaven broke out between one-third of the Angels and their God. Ligeia, my fictional wife of Satan, propositions her husband in one last desperate attempt to dissuade him from war on...
Thank you for visiting my public writing journal! This poem I’ve been working on for the past week; I hope you enjoy! “Daphne” by Caleb Jacobo Mid-December snows whirl round the farmhouse As Tom wends out the door with late Daphne, Says he, “I’ll bury her by the Laurel Tree — Tonight she’ll dine with better company.” How quickly the Moonflowers of Man’s heart Pile and bloom...
Thank you for visiting my public writing journal, and Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it. I have a special holiday story for you today! I had the idea for this prompt a few days ago, but I have been so busy with other writing projects, I didn’t have a chance to sit down and start writing it until this morning. I did most of the planning and plotting yesterday, then started writing...
Welcome to my public writing journal, and Thank you to our Veterans! I’m glad you stopped by; I have a special treat for you today. Over the past three days, I’ve been working on a sketch for a Middle-Grade short story. The first day, I spent several hours on story structure and development. Day two, I wrote the first draft. Day three, I finished and revised that draft. This is the most time I...
For those who celebrate it; Happy Halloween! I wanted to do a fun themed writing exercise this morning for Halloween, so I came up with the prompt, “Three real witches arrive at a party” Based on this I started writing, seat of my pants, which I only do in exercise mind you, and I had so much fun with it, I had trouble stopping. But, my wife and children deserve their own Halloween celebration as...