“Yup, yup,” Mul said. He slapped his leather saddlebags and bounced up and down. “Winds are good, I’m set, let’s do it!” “Ha, ha, you’re nuts kiddo,” Bront said. “Your buck doesn’t seem as willing.” It was true. Mul was an agile boy and doing a good job compensating for his buck’s jerks and kicks. Mul grabbed the saddle knob and dug his heels into the stirrups. “Naw,” he said. “He’s just born to...
Here is a prompt based on one of Aesop’s Fables. Enjoy! — Prompt: Fox and the grapes. — “Grapes …” Fox said. He lay with the soft patch of his belly tight against the thin powder of the cool earth; his legs splayed out behind him. Cicadas croaked. He panted as the noon sun bore into his fur. The grapes grew on a creeping vine, six feet up, on the branch of an old willow...
Remember what happened. Remember what she said, remember what you did. Remember. Remember. Remember. I awoke with a snort and blurred eyes. The cement floor was cool and rigid against the back of my skull. I knew where I was, the makeshift jailhouse, a basement of what used to be a decent hotel. I never stayed there, except then, and I didn’t want to judge the place on that experience. My...
Prompt: morning run — I woke up late. I had slept the night at my sister’s place, two states west to California, and I don’t sleep well away from home. Molly had a pullout couch that she turned into my bed. I got the second best sheets, blankets, and pillows. The mattress was thin. Less than four inches thick. All of it made me wake up late. It didn’t matter though. It couldn’t matter. Nine...
Happy New Year! Let 2013 be your year.
Cheers,
Caleb
Here is a prompt I wrote while practicing scenes with multiple speakers. This represents a first draft that took approximately forty-five minutes to complete. I hope you enjoy! — “Is this all of it?” Megan said. She made like she was going to count all the barrels and sacks that moment, while the rest of the ladies sat by. They held priority sheets, legal forms, civil justice...
Great thinkers are not born, they are formed out of sheer will.
Mechanics wrench, carpenters erect, masons shape, boatmen navigate, shoemakers welt, wood-cutters split, mothers and young wives love; create America. The great nation on the hill, the lighthouse in the dark ocean of human rights, has gone dark. It denies us the sight of our barren mountainscape; leaves us helpless to guide others beyond. The land is black and will remain black. There is light...
Elephants and Lambs, a short story by Caleb Jacobo, is now available for digital download! In the short story, “Elephants and Lambs,” a wealthy young Czech man, Kazimir, is desperately in love with Dominika, the daughter of a senator, in a Soviet occupied Karlovy Vary, Czechoslovakia during the 1940’s. Igorek, the occupying Russian general, has taken Dominika as his lover, but Dimitri, a...