CAROLYN'S COMPOSITIONS

July 19, 2010

Cochran Cornell Caught on Flypaper: Part 4

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITION

COCHRAN CORNELL CAUGHT ON FLYPAPER: PART 4

This is the fourth and concluding part of the story of Cochran Cornell the cantankerous cockroach, who found himself caught on sticky flypaper and thought it was the end for him. To read Part 1, click on:     To read Part 2 click on:    To read Part 3 click on: 

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      Their interest piqued, the ants gathered at the edge of the flypaper, raptly listening as Cochran told his story, ending it woefully.

     “And none of my so-called friends—nary a one—cared enough to stay with me and comfort me,” he whined angrily. “Do you think a one of them would care to devise a solution??? Oh, no.”

     The ants looked at each other before gathering in a huddle. Although they considered cockroaches scatterbrained creatures who disrupted their organized work by running all over it, they just had to help a (more…)

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July 15, 2010

Cochran Cornell Caught on Flypaper: Part 2

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITION

COCHRAN CORNELL CAUGHT ON FLYPAPER: PART 2

 This is the second part of Cochran Cornell the Cantankerous Cockroach, who finds his natural behavior gets him into trouble. The situation becomes so disastrous that he KNOWS his end is near. His friends abandon him, and he finds a creature so unlike him for support. To read Part 1, click on

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     The faces in the cockroach community expressed horror at seeing one of their own in a situation of certain demise.

     The organizational response, most stopping dead short in their path, lasted only a moment before their roach nature brought back the chaotic scooting. Running past each other, bumping into each other, they commented on the situation.

     Gradually Cochran’s multitudinous progeny gradually arrived as they learned of his dilemma. It was a demonstration of the power of gossip that the news of his certain demise traveled so far in such a rapid time. Some of the community cried softly, others wailed and sobbed and quite a few (more…)

July 12, 2010

Cochran Cornell Caught on Flypaper: Part 1

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITION

COCHRAN CORNELL CAUGHT ON FLYPAPER: PART 1

Cochran Cornell the Cantankerous Cockroach finds his natural behavior gets him into trouble. The situation becomes so disastrous that he KNOWS his end is near. As his friends abandon him, he finds a creature so unlike him for support. Click back to find the continuation of the saga, which will be filed under Cochran’s writings on this blog www.carolyncholland.wordpress.com . 

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     Sunbeams shone through the window, heralding the arrival of spring while illuminating the craggy corner and making visible the dust bits dancing through the air. This light dismayed Cochran, who normally skittered helter-skelter to a dark crack in the wall or hid under an appliance at the first inkling of any kind of light. But today was different. Today he was stuck, literally imprisoned, unable to escape the abhorrent brightness that descended in the room.

     The previous hours were innocent enough as Cochran enthusiastically earned his title “cantankerous curmudgeon” by systematically (more…)

October 4, 2008

TRUE CONFESSIONS OF A GLASS

CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
TRUE CONFESSIONS OF A GLASS
     Perhaps everyone remembers their first writing that was published. In perusing my files, I came across mine—which I’d forgotten! I was a student at Erie County Technical Institute in Williamsville, New York, majoring in medical laboratory technology.
     Although I was good at English I didn’t see myself in a writing career—which officially began in 1990, after I’d married and raised my family. The piece below was written for a class, and the professor asked me  if it could be published in the school newspaper, the Institooter. It was printed on April 26, 1963.   Carolyn
True Confessions of a Glass
     “Everyone said we were too young, wait until your 21…but our lips met at 18.”
I am a glass—not just any kind of glass, but a special type. And if I had any choice, I would have picked myself a different career. Let me tell you about myself.
     I was born in the same manner as any glass, packed for delivery and taken to my destination. Alas, since I am a glass, I had no choice.
     After a bouncy, bumpy ride in the back of a dark truck, I arrived at my new home to serve the people to the best of my ability. For two days my glassmates and I were allowed to rest and ponder our futures.
     Then we were unpacked and set on a (more…)

April 27, 2008

A KUDZU COVERED VEHICLE GRAVEYARD

Summer is vacation time. This item is a warning for Northerners visiting the southeastern states…

Among America’s many enemies, none is more disastrous than Pueraria Lobata, commonly known as KUDZU.

Residents of the southeastern United States, where it grows prolifically, must prepare for sporadic, unpredictable energy blackouts not caused by (more…)

February 29, 2008

SOCKATORY

“Wh…where am I?”

Water dripped off Jym Anklet as he rubbed his heel with his toes, while noticing the sterile white room and feeling the cold surface of the emergency-room drawer.

“Whoa, that’s quite a bruise. Looks like a belt buckle hit you pretty hard,” said Holey Wellworn.

“Belt buckle?”

“Yes, it left quite an impression on your heel.”

As Holey’s comforting touch eased Jym’s pain he realized he lay crumpled in a chilly, scummy water puddle. His last recollection was swishing luxuriously in a warm, soapy clothes washer.

Now he was…where?…was this the post-life secret?

(to continue this story click on SOCKATORY )  

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