EWBOK Tales

Ocean

 Ocean By Andrew Longwalker                                                                                                             ` “I don’t know why she lets them do that?” The woman sitting in front of me has been talking non-stop since we took off from JFK.   Apparently, her new daughter in-law isn’t living up to grandma’s expectations. We're somewhere over the ocean, air conditioning chilling the microwaved single serving mystery chicken. The free TV and first run movies pass the time as the little plane slightly moves following the dotted line to our destination.  The roar of the engines is deafening in the cheap seats.  The first swell of a headache from the slight...

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EWBOKLIFE

EWBOK ewboklife t shirts

EWBOKLIFE

EWBOK Dictionary EWBOK- Everything Will Be OK. A Ewbok is the person who delivers the message that everything will be ok.  AKA Ewbokian, a Ewbok-ist, Ewbok-inator, ‘ I knew he was a Ewbok-ist when he took the time to ask my name.  These Ewbokians really know how to throw a party.’ The message being delivered is also called a Ewbok.  “‘I declare that boy just won’t stop playing with his Ewbok.’ The physical manifestation of the Ewbok message, ie… a flower, card, hugs, shirt, magnetic ribbon on the back of your SUV, is called the ewbok as in..’ have you...

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A Sun

“AAAAAHHHHHHH” She screamed in Strained agony. Sweat rolled from her red face, legs baring down against the stirrups and in the wee hours, a boy was born.  Outside, his Father inhaled deeply and coughed the foul cigar smoke, then drank deeply from an offered flask.  He glanced around the corner when he heard the scream, a slap, and the cry of First Breaths mixed with the laughing cries of Mom return his gaze.  The night grew quiet and his father motioned to the delivery room.  He turned the corner and went to meet the gift of his new son.  The...

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Just Knowing Who you are

His first inkling he knew he was a farmer was when he could smell the rain before it came.  The dry ground held down by rows green, providing for the village the sustenance it needed to thrive and with it he grew his small patch into a house and sizeable farm.  What once was a grassy hillock and small mosquito-ey pond had become more than he thought he was capable.  His house, a ramshackle affair front yard littered, fences beyond atrophy, had been re-built by his hand into his home.  He knew the soft curves of the stair case, saw...

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Just trying to figure out how to make this work

EWBOK

Being mostly analog, I dont know how to make this work

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