Five Minute Observations

Tag: creative-writing

  • One Frog Changes My Thinking

    One Frog Changes My Thinking

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    Joe Class III
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    A frog crossed my driveway, changing the way I think about AI.

  • Mrs. Sheldon

    Mrs. Sheldon

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    Joe Class III
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    Did she see what was happening at home? Or did I just get lucky with my artwork? Mrs. Sheldon stopped to look. It was a hard year.

  • Refuse to Quit

    Refuse to Quit

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    Joe Class III
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    She had no standing. No invitation. Absolutely no business being there. She walked in anyway. I’ve confused institutional pressure with correction, leaving the room believing I was the problem. I’m still discovering the difference between humility and surrender. New post. Short. Honest. And straight to the point. Link in the comments. Five Minute Observations.

  • Fighting for My Writing at Midnight

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    Joe Class III
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    The coffee shop clock blinks an angry red glow—11:47 PM. My freelance article sits unfinished, due in eight hours. My finger hovers over the ChatGPT app. Three taps and I’m done. But fifteen years ago, a college professor taught me why shortcuts always backfire.

  • Good Neighbors Gone Bad

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    Joe Class III
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    “She said WHAT? Who says that?” “Hold on, they’re sayin’ somethin’ about meat…” “Attention shoppers, we have a special on Chuck roast, three ninety-nine a pound—” “Okay, I’m back. Yeah. Beth straight up tells her the check ain’t good till Monday!” “Lord, Crystal, that’s exactly the kind of mess I got tired of. Nobody in…

  • Wrong Place, Wrong Time

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    Joe Class III
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    🚨 Locked out. Soaking wet. Wearing a towel. 👍 Jack Stevens just wanted his water bottle. 👎 Instead, he sparked a showdown with clinic security, crashed a wine gala, and accidentally became a performance artist. Sometimes a bad day isn’t a disaster — it’s a spotlight. “Wrong Place, Wrong Time.” A story about being ignored,…

  • Liquid Rocket Fuel

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    Joe Class III
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    ⚽ Twelve 8-year-olds + 200mg of caffeine + one mortified coach = the best bar story you’ll hear today. Trust us, you want to hear how this ends.

  • Rule One: Know What You’re Walking Into

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    Joe Class III
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    Evening at Gemini’s, the hanging filament bulbs give an amber glow to the inside of the bar. Low-level laughter and conversation echoed through the establishment. A platinum-blonde strolled in. Not a care in the world, she popped her gum, sounding like the poppers adolescent boys threw at each other on the 4th of July. Tossing…

  • The Post

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    Joe Class III
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    One post. One friend. A lifetime of trust—shaken. When Gwen sees Rob’s inflammatory social media post, it’s not just political—it’s personal. The Post explores how a single moment online can fracture years of friendship, and asks: can we still reach across the divide before silence becomes permanent?

  • Truth Is Always Stranger than Fiction

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    Joe Class III
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    A late-night traffic stop becomes a reminder: storytelling connects us, grounds us, and makes us known. In a world of strangers, our stories are how we find our way home.

  • 🚨 Book Launch Alert! 🚨

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    Joe Class III
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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…

  • Timing. It’s EVERYTHING!

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    Joe Class III
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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…

  • The Funeral of Nickolas Gather

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    Joe Class III
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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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    Joe Class III
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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…

  • The Fire at Shady Grove

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    Joe Class III
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    Genny had oversized p.j.’s with yellow smiley faces plastered everywhere and black thongs on her feet, her long brown hair piled loosely on her head held in place with a Spongebob pencil she snatched from Isabell’s nightstand. Ten years ago, a car accident put Genny in the hospital with no recollection of who she was…

  • Scouting for a Video Project

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    Joe Class III
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    A thick layer of dust coated a covered loveseat. It wasn’t the only piece of furniture in the room. There was a stack of uncovered chairs, a massive table covered in a canvass-like material, and three candle operas atop the covered table, the candles themselves melted down to the base of each holder. It didn’t…

  • Paying Attention

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    “Squirrel!” Her shout took me aback for a split second because, like most of the things she does, this was uncharacteristically within her character. Her glasses teetered on the edge of her nose, face reddened from the abrupt scream. She followed up her exclamation with a few puppy-like barks. “Holy crab apples, Jules!” I screamed.…

  • Mastering Storytelling

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    Joe Class III
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    Like it or not, people born on this planet have a narrative. Everyone wants to talk. Some about an event. For others, it’s a task they finished or a budding relationship. Or maybe they just ended their marriage. Whatever it is, you will find someone ready to tell you all about it! And what is…

  • What Happened? Sleepwalking. Again.

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    Joe Class III
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    I blinked a few times and rubbed my eyes. Yes. You are at home. You are in your bed. Cauble is purring, rubbing her face in mine. Guess she’s hungry. Blinking a few more times before stretching, I felt stiff. Every muscle hurt, like I finished a high-impact aerobic workout. I rubbed my eyes again,…

  • Tabitha’s School Board Fundraiser

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    Joe Class III
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    Marcus didn’t drink, preferring to keep his wits instead of losing control like his college friends used to. Rare occasions found him sipping a glass of Pinot Noir after learning red wine neutralizes garlic’s acidity, the reason he had heartburn after ingesting any alfredo dish. Fettuccini alfredo with white clam sauce was served at Tabitha’s…