Stories - FD Thornton

Over the past few weeks I’ve been knee deep finishing up my latest book Happy Thoughts. Despite this being the fourth book I’ve written, the challenges don’t get any easier. For one being an independent publisher does give you complete creative control. But at the same time it means you assume all editorial work and all the risk in making sure the book will be successful and we’ll received. So let me put it like this, just like being an independent business owner, it’s up to you to make sure this thing is successful. I don’t think I have to tell any of you, that working for yourself isn’t easy. It’s isn’t like clocking in at a job and putting yourself on the timer till the end of the week when you get paid. For one you don’t make any money till you put yourself out there and make some. Now if you work a gig that pays that way, then rather you want to believe it or not, you’re an independent business person. Congratulations, I think? Like I said in this type of career you have to ...

FD Thornton 2017 As it sometimes happens, I was awakened by the call of nature. Walking to the bathroom I noticed my arms and head were “light”. So I stopped by the kitchen, picked up the jar of peanut butter, a spoon, an apple, and some bread; then headed to the study. Considering the multitude of ailments I suffer, I pretty much knew what was going on. And with a little “poke and stick” I confirmed my sugar was a bit low. After filling my empty belly with a couple of half peanut butter and apple sandwiches, I now lay here waiting for slumber to return. It's interesting how “cause and effect” can impact our lives. For one the medicines I take to keep my heart pumping, also cause a large amount of fluids and nutrients to leave my body. This in turn affects my blood glucose levels. It's always a balancing act between what you do and how it affects ourselves and others.  Have you ever really considered how even the most subtle choices you make affect other...

Rebecca Thornton 2016 I suppose you can say I was surrounded by strong women. My mother on the surface looked the part of a typical suburban housewife, but in reality she ruled the roost. Not so much domineering as she was opinionated and strong. I never saw her intimidated or fearful of my father. For the most part theirs was a fairly equal partnership. I suppose that's how you're​ made up when raised with four brothers. Recently while scrolling through Instagram, I came across a haunting image by photographer Stephanie Sinclair. In the image are two young women on a rooftop one standing, the other kneeling in a rain storm. The first thing you noticed is the disfigurement of the kneeling girl's face. Upon reading the story I discovered the young women is a victim for having acid thrown in her face.  The link below gives a far better description of the situation.  https://www.instagram.com/p/BTIRZq0j-P6/   My point in bringing this up is to make you awar...

FD Thornton - 2017 Now don't tell anyone but I escaped from my jailer today, even if for a little while. I called in some prescription refills this morning and normally my bride and I would ride over to McRae-Helena to pick them up. This is the protocol my doctor and Warden Daughter insist on, since my little visit to the hospital last month. But since my dear bride is recouping from a medical procedure herself, I gladly volunteered to go alone and pick up the prescriptions. You see, I am not a selfless husband and I wanted her to rest. What I failed to tell her or anyone else was that I planned on taking a walk in the park before hitting the pharmacy. After all it was nice day out and the exercise would do me good. You know I might be in my mid-fifties, but I felt like I was getting away with something like a little kid. Driving as fast as I wanted, with the window down, and the radio going; heading down to the local state park. Riding around under “adult supervisio...

FD Thornton 2017 I just finished my evening walk and decided to take a shower before setting in for the night. It's funny because only a few decades ago after a long day I'd simply jump out of the shower and be on the phone looking for a date or picking up my best friend to head into town. Looking like a pair of Miami Vice wanna-be’s (Don Johnson not Colin Farrell) we'd cruise down River Street with the cassette deck blaring. I'm so happy we didn't have social media back then, because none of us would have made it out alive. The stupid things we did were not so much different than what kids do today, but at least we didn't leave a trail of evidence behind. Yeah those were fun times, but isn't that how it's supposed to be when you're young? So I lay here in my quiet bedroom the television tuned in to the Braves with my phone messaging an old friend. It seems like a lifetime ago when we roared the streets of Savannah. Smelling like...