Stunned & Seething
Ethel Rohan, author of ‘Out of Dublin’ on Curt Rude's writing. "Overall, great writing style. Reminds me of Rushdie: internal, emotionally complicated, and dualistic. Delivered with a sensitivity and awareness that is underrated. In one word his work is Awesome!" Check out my new site . . . www.curt-rude.com
Thursday, March 28, 2024
Agree to Disagree
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Invitation to Follow!
Follow this site and I'll be censored no more! You're invited to leave comments that I hope are near and dear to your heart. Let's do it. Let's work on making this a better world!
My Truth and Nothing but My Truth
Shai Louk was attending a Peace Festival. Ironic. She was kidnapped, sexually assaulted, and beheaded. Her attackers paraded her body around the streets of Gaza. Then people brazenly defend her killers. They claim her murderers must answer to a higher order. I know my truth and it is different than others apparently. It is what it is . . .Wrong. Murderers be not proud. A Walk of Shame down the lane of Death & Destruction is in order.
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
Sunday, March 24, 2024
Conflict and Struggles
Talk about a passionate struggle. Children growing up in a Warzone. Timeless and something that came about from a chance meeting in Boulder, Colorado. Hit the library and read away.
Communication is essential in these trying times. At times I don't understand. Though compassionate, I'm not following this completely. I shared the following and received this feedback. At times it is imperative to Agree to Disagree. Peace.
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Friday, March 22, 2024
Another Day Another Rejection
Would this really have hurt Mr. Trumps feelings or something? Censorship is Censorship but ya know, it's their site!
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Wednesday, March 20, 2024
Another Day Another Rejection
The same goes for books. If you're an author you have to have a thick skin. My stories aren't sugar coated and they involve the truth and timely issues. My Agent follows this philosophy for which I'm very grateful. Take The Bee Killer for example. Realistic enough for you? I mean I talked to soldiers and asked them for input and got it after trust was established. One soldier discussed sleeping with a multitude of prostitutes in Germany after his soldiering ended. PTSD manifests itself in many ways I tell you. another said I nailed it with this Short Story.
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Tuesday, March 19, 2024
People Shooter #7
Officer Tracy got
back in the squad and slammed the door. She drove off the curb, one tire at a
time, before heading toward Second where a right turn would take them to the
Police Station.
A lady in a bathrobe
pushed herself out of the crowd and onto the street. As she bent down and
hollered into the squad, McShuster looked down. “Is that you, Jimmy? Look at
me. You’re gonna pay for this. If I had’da gun—” A man stepped in front of her
and gently corralled her back to the crowd, but she spun and screamed, “I
always knew you was a killer!”
McShuster’s head
felt like it was under water, like it was floating away from him. He suddenly
got dizzy and wanted to puke. “Offizzer Lazy, you seed that lady? Seed not
good. I got no grillfriend to laugh whiff? Alone all-time ‘cause you don’t wears
Patagonzia? To waltz in thirsty below wind chill? The rich have car and stop
for ya. They hitz it, when your frozen fingauzes reach for the dough?” Blood
trickled from his nose.
“You on something
back there?” She studied his face. He looked like he was falling asleep.
Fentanyl? She didn’t know.
Now what? Hospital?
Going to be busy there tonight. How in the hell could she take him to the
hospital? That would just get him killed. His victims must have already started
arriving and their families would be showing up.
“I’m good.” He
pulled himself up. “Thanks for loosenin’ up the cuffs. They were killin’ me. I
never knew them things hurt so much.”
“I can turn this
recorder off if your done talking,” Officer Tracy said.
“You know, they
always let on they know my ma drinks too much or sleeps around. That gets old.
I don’t like thinking about it all the time. In school I think about it because
they give me the business.” McShuster was relieved to be away from the school.
“I mean, I can’t even walk down the hall without a girl rolling her eyes or hoofing
it around me. Ain’t official bullying, I suppose, but it still ain’t right in
my book.” His voice cracked. “How I stop my ma from doing stuff?”
“I’m still recording. I read you your rights and you are free to remain silent. Is your mother the reason for tonight?”
The officer is still in police mode. She is making sure her suspect knows he's being recorded and she's wondering if it would be safe for him at the E.R. I had this happen to me once when I was transporting a suspect, in a triple stabbing, to the hospital because he slashed his hand. I researched this story and include my own experience's. Thanks for all the interest!
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