Five Minute Observations

Author: Joe Class III

  • The Collector

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    When an aging coin collector discovers a strange coin outside a small-town store, he has no idea what secrets it holds. A quiet moment becomes the start of something far more unusual in this atmospheric tale of mystery and memory.

  • 🚨 Book Launch Alert! 🚨

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    I’m thrilled to share that my new book, Stories, Anecdotes, and Real Life, is now live on Amazon through Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP)! 🎉📚 This collection brings together heartfelt stories, personal experiences, and reflections that speak to everyday life — the funny, the meaningful, and the unexpectedly profound moments we all share. Publishing through KDP…

  • Key? What key?

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    “You don’t have the key?” Marcus yanked at the handcuffs, chaining his wrist to the steering wheel. The metal clinked, sharp, final. “What do you mean you don’t have it? Where’s the key?” Sunlight reflected off the chrome cuffs, flashing straight into his eyes. No sunglasses? Zero mercy from the star. His hangover pounding behind…

  • German Chocolate Cake – A Perfect Way to Celebrate Your Birth

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    Today, my thoughts turn to birthdays. Dad is 77 today, living through the Vietnam War, the Challenger Explosion, and the fall of the Berlin Wall. I don’t know about you, but birthdays are a big deal. Being forgotten about on a milestone birthday, like 16 or 21? That’s not something you forget. Nor is it…

  • Swimming through Cultural Slime

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    Two restaurants, one time for brunch, the second for an early dinner. Four retail stores, which included a stop at Target. One stop for gas. All that in less than twenty miles, round trip. Our smiles, sincerity, and caring attitude, netted us various replies, like “Wow! Thank you for being so considerate.” “I really appreciate…

  • Armadillo. Egret. Squirrel. Rainbow.

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    Not what I expected to see on my walk this morning, traversing almost five miles in less than two hours. An armadillo, on the trail, watching and sniffing the air, waiting for me to pass by. An armadillo! Squirrels? I expect to see these little tree rats scurrying about, gathering nuts and whatnot. But a…

  • Invited to Mrs. Ellington’s Estate

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    “Julian! Welcome. Please won’t you come in?” Sandra, opening the door let out a surge of cool air. It was the middle of July in Alabama and here Julian wore a long-sleeved, button-down forest green shirt buttoned up at the wrists, black jeans, and Birkenstocks with his stark white socks. Sandra Fredrickson, a co-worker, invited…

  • Be Nice

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    Honestly, I didn’t think much of it, until a few hours later it was repeated. “You both are so nice!” The sentiment echoed through the evening and into the next day without so much as either on of us thinking about it. Which made we wonder, what happened? Have we become so jaded, thanks in…

  • Timing. It’s EVERYTHING!

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    Trying to write in the later part of the afternoon or early evening is super hard for me. I function so much better in the morning. All my creative energy is focused on the time of day when it makes the most sense. Not that I cannot be creative later in the afternoon. But I…

  • Shortcuts to Write Better?

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    Ever since I can remember, we’ve been trying to find shortcuts to writing. High school and college kids do their best to figure out loopholes through this thing we call writing. In high school, we learned all about CliffsNotes, those magical yellow books covered with black ink, making it look like a bumble bee attacked…

  • A.I. Music, Storytelling, and Poetry? Um, no thanks!

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    Magic. It’s inside a story. Your story. Within you is the potential to create or destroy, heal or hurt. Your gift is your story. Your ability to share with others what you’ve learned, how you’ve been helped, or what’s hurt you so that they will pass that along to others. There is nothing magnificent about…

  • The Funeral of Nickolas Gather

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    “How would you describe Nick Gather?” Father John Jacobs, a Catholic priest stood in front of the pulpit in the viewing room, the guests, visitors, and family far exceeding the room’s maximum capacity. It was warm for the second day in May in Missouri. The central air conditioner unit barely kept the room cool enough…

  • Cham Shows Up

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    “Brrr!” Sandy exclaimed, voice quivering. Rubbing her arms vigorously, she did her best, chasing goosebumps erupting like tiny mountains on her pale white arms. Skin-to-skin friction didn’t seem to help much. “What, brrr, Sandy?” Trent asked, lowering his sunglasses just enough to peer at his girlfriend. His expression of concern and amusement flickered across his…

  • Can’t Do It.

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    “Just drop me off at the dispensary.” Take the job. Drive for fun and profit. You love to drive. Why the hell not? It won’t ever be crazy. You won’t be asked strange, weird things. It’ll be fine and normal. You live in a small town. You are far enough from Los Angeles unless you…

  • The 911 Call from Sunnyvale Gardens

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    “Who dat?” Greg held the phone away from his face, staring at the timer showing the call connecting with the other end for more than fifteen minutes. The number on the screen? 911. “I saaid, who der?” Greg stammered, “Um, hi.” “Honey, I ain’t got all daaay, you know? Whachu needin’?” “Did I call 911?…

  • The House Across the Street

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    “Did you know there’s a true story behind Wes Craven’s Nightmare on Elm Street?” Rachel’s gaze was fixed on the eerie sight across the street, an abandoned home that seemed to echo the horrors of the film. Overgrown with weeds, a once-white picket fence leaned precariously, sagging out towards the street, looking like it might…

  • Snoring at Sysoden Data

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    “He’s snoring,” Jared complained. “Like loud snoring.” “Wait,” Kent asked. “Don’t the two of you share an office?” “What of it? It’s not like he gives a crap about the job. It’s almost as if he’s hoping they fire him. Can’t figure it out to save my life.” “What do you guys do over there…

  • Seraphina and her companions – Meeting in Veritaville

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    “Seraphina, you can’t be serious!” Alexander’s voice boomed through the tavern, his fists clenched in frustration. Six men. Four women. That was the council and Seraphina? She was the natural choice to lead Veritaville. Alexander, a natural-born leader and herder of goats on the outskirts of their village, protested Seraphina’s announcement. “I thought we were…

  • Mrs. Henke’s English Class

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    A sunset sky. The reddish tint discolors a few bodies intertwined on the dance floor. One bright overhead light moves over each couple, some dancing while others lock lips. The soft music plays while everyone sways in time to Crazy for You, by Madonna. Late into the evening, these teens are getting tired from all…

  • Healthcare Priorities and Distractions

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    Human beings are dying every day in our country. Focusing on real issues instead of highlighting the opioid crisis, fentanyl, and substance abuse disorder, is what is your life worth? The correct answer is saving lives, right? So, what costs more lives in the United States? Is it Cancer? Heart disease? Or is it fentanyl?…