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    A Collection of Short Stories
    A Collection of Short Stories
    A Collection of Short Stories
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    A Collection of Short Stories

    By J. Curtis Smith

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    The Monster Pig is a story of a young boys imagination and his uncles exaggeration. It will lead you down a path of his imagination, right to the pen of the monster pig.

    A Ride on the Silver tells the tale of an old mans experiences as a young boy, starting a summer lawn-mowing business. He recalls the work, the sweat, the tearsand a true and lasting friendship.

    The Radio is the story of a young girl ripped from her friends in a small town, only to find a series of heartwarming events unfolding in her new home.

    The Leather Sandals shares a familary story. Everybody knows how the story of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ evolved. This is another side of the account, purely fictional but Christian in intent, of how a blind sandal maker becomes a great shepherd.

    The Babyl Stone takes you on a journey through time, as you follow the stone from the beginning of civilization to possibly the end of time.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestBow Press
    Release dateJun 7, 2011
    ISBN9781449718350
    A Collection of Short Stories
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    J. Curtis Smith

    J. Curtis Smith grew up in a small Oklahoma town. He is the owner of an oil and gas company, and in his free time he enjoys writing books and collecting things from early industrial America.

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      A Collection of Short Stories - J. Curtis Smith

      Copyright © 2011 J. Curtis Smith

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      WestBow Press books may be ordered through booksellers or by contacting:

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      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      ISBN: 978-1-4497-1836-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4497-1837-4 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4497-1835-0 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2011930620

      Printed in the United States of America

      WestBow Press rev. date: 6/2/2011

      Acknowledgments

      I would like to thank God, my family and friends, Will Johnson, Blair Shelton, Allison Smith, Austin Smith, Toni Berry, Halee, Colton, Brandy, and Brad Taylor, Colt Hazel II, Matt Shelton, Mike Somers and numerous other friends. I would also like to thank Westbow Press and Valerie Beck for their assistance.

      The Radio

      A young teen age girl is forced to leave her friends, and moves into an old Victorian home, out of state, where she has to make life and death decisions.

      The Babel Stone

      A mystical stone that is sought by ancient rulers, plays an important role in our future civilization.

      The Leather Sandals

      A blind mans gift, that travels with the Messiah through the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

      Monster Pig

      A young boys journey of discovery.

      A Ride on the Silver

      A heart touching look at a childhood promise.

      Contents

      The Radio

      The Babel Stone

      The Leather Sandals

      The Monster Pig

      A Ride on The Silver

      The Radio

      July 10

      Dear Diary,

      My dad still hasn’t come back home today. I lay awake some nights just wishing that him and mom would get back together, but then again all they did was fight. Mom was edgy today. Something must be bothering her. Halee invited me out for a slumber party today. Haven’t asked Mom yet. Maybe she will let me since school is just a month away L.O.L. - Well, good night Diary.

      The morning was a normal, everyday summer morning. The sun was peering through the window, and the radio alarm was calling for temperatures to reach 101 degrees, with no rain in sight for the next seven days.

      Allie hopped up and jumped in the shower, after hitting the alarm five times, remembering that she had to ask her mom about the slumber party at Halee’s that night. She dried off and stood in front of the mirror for thirty minutes, putting her makeup on, and then took another thirty minutes to fix her hair. After all, she was thirteen.

      Thirteen is the age where you want to be grown, but a lot of the kid stuff gets in the way. Allie liked wearing makeup very much, but she also didn’t mind climbing a tree with the boys. She didn’t mind playing second base either sometimes. Sports were a passion with her. She was athletically built, with brown hair and blue eyes; a cutie.

      She threw on some black sweats with a Longhorns logo on the right leg and a T-shirt that said Little Angel. Allie walked down the hallway of the little two-bedroom house and met her mom, who was headed out the door.

      Mom, can I go spend tonight and maybe tomorrow night with Halee? She’s having a slumber party, said Allie.

      Oh, I guess, but call me when you head out there, and I probably need you to come back Saturday; I have something we need to talk about.

      What is it? asked Allie.

      I will just talk to you tomorrow. Bye, sweetie. Gotta go to work. Running late already.

      Man, if I had a cell phone like everybody else, I’d call or text Halee and let her know it’s cool, thought Allie.

      Allie walked over to the wall, where a pink rotary phone was hanging. She dialed the phone number and stretched the cord from the kitchen all the way to the small living room. The cord had been used for a jump rope many times.

      There was no answer at her house. She walked back over and spun the rotary again. This time, she got Halee’s voicemail on her cell phone.

      Halee, this is Allie. Mom said it was all good that I come over, but you would have to pick me up, though. Just call me when you get this message.

      Allie went to her bedroom thinking, I better paint my toenails; we may go swimming or something.

      One o’clock rolled around, and Halee finally called Allie back.

      Girl, we will pick you up in like ten minutes. We are in town and we’ll be by in a bit, said Halee.

      Allie grabbed her big white bag that holds all her overnight clothes. She packed her toothbrush, hairbrush, straightener, and bathing suit and stood at the door like a sentry. A quick little honk, and out the door she went.

      Hi, Mr. Taylor, said Allie.

      Hi, girl, he returned. How’s it going?

      Good, answered Allie. Hi, Halee. So what’s the agenda?

      Well, I invited Destiny, Brittnee, Elaina, Baylee, and you. We are going to run down to the quarry and do a little swimming.

      "Well, I’m glad I did bring my suit, since you didn’t tell me! But I figured we might."

      Mr. Taylor was busy driving down the road. They lived about five miles south of the small town. The girls were talking and giggling all the way out to the house.

      That night, after supper, the girls all cuddled up on the couch watching a scary movie, and most were up all night.

      At about two a.m., Allie looked at Halee and said, You know, Mom has been acting funny the last couple of days. She has been quiet. She also said I have to go back home tomorrow because she has something to tell me. OMG, I hope she hasn’t found another man!

      The next morning, Mr. Taylor had everything ready. He had the four-wheeler filled with gas and a trailer hooked up to the back of it so the girls could go swimming at the quarry.

      They piled on the trailer and four-wheeler and headed down the drive, up the gravel road, and to the quarry. As they arrived, the towels were launched in the air and the young teens lotioned up and laid out on the long, square rocks beside the pit. Baylee set her cell phone for the fifteen-minute tanning rotation.

      The day wore on, and two o’clock was the last alarm. Allie yelled out, Oh, crap! I gotta go! Halee, we need to get. I told Mom I’d be back by 3:30 to talk to her.

      Okay, come on, girls. Let’s get this thing done. So they piled back on the trailer and headed out of the pit and down the road.

      Elaina looked across at the other girls and said, This is the life. Be nice if every day was this calm and stress-free.

      Sure would, said Destiny, but it’s not.

      Allie looked down the road while the wind whipped in her hair, and said, No, it’s not.

      Mr. Taylor, Halee, and Allie loaded up in the pickup and returned to town. The other girls remained back at the house.

      Bye, Halee. Thanks for letting me come over.

      Bye, Allie. Love ya. And they drove off.

      Allie noticed her mom’s car in the drive. I wonder what she wants, she thought to herself. Allie walked in the back screen door and yelled out, Mom, I’m back!

      Sarah, Allie’s mom, yelled back, I’m back here. She was doing some laundry, folding towels and putting them in a basket.

      Allie looked at her as she started to fold some clothes. How was the slumber party? Mom asked.

      It was good. We all went swimming at the rock pit. Well, really, we just tanned, said Allie. So, Mom, what did you want to talk to me about?

      Well, Allie, I know that you love all your friends here and they love you. That’s why this was a hard decision for me to make. Sweetie, I took a job in Chicago. Well, really it’s in a suburb of Chicago. It’s called Romeoville; maybe you can find a Romeo, her mom tried to joke. But it would be a great advancement and a new start for both of us.

      Allie looked at her mother. That’s not fair! We are doing good. I promise I won’t ask for a phone or shoes or even anything for Christmas. Let’s just stay here, Mom. I promise I will stay at home after school. Please, let’s stay here, she cried softly.

      Sarah looked at Allie as a tear rolled down her cheek. Baby, I already told them I would go. They have purchased a huge Victorian house at the end of a beautiful street and are coming August first to move us up there.

      Allie pleaded and begged for another ten minutes and then stormed off to her room.

      July 11

      Dear Diary,

      Mom gave me some awful news today. I have to move. It’s not fair. I don’t want to, but she said I have no choice. She took a job in a small town in the outskirts of Chicago. It’s called stupid Romeoville. I hate my life.

      Sunday came and went like someone had passed away. All of Allie’s friends knew except for some who were gone on summer vacation. In small towns, like Lindsay, Oklahoma, the news travels fast.

      July 31

      Dear Diary,

      Today was sad. The BFF’s all gave me a goodbye party at Jake’s Quick

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