Welcome to MSK Literary Writing Creations
Enjoy reading a variety of refreshing creations: A humorous traveling adventure; A compelling fictional story about a seafaring
captain's destruction at sea; the continuing adventures of a grandmother who loved children and encouraged them to appreciate
cultural differences, thereby, kindling prejeudice and stamping out hatred among mankind.
His laughter was replaced with defeat as Kabila ran him through with his
blade. As he lay conscious on the floor he said, "Captain, tell my family I
died bravely and with honor." Kabila stared, pointed his sword at Mr. Stiles'
throat, and raised it. With a single stroke, he cut off his head and raised it
to the crowd, who shouted victory.... As I knelt over his body in tears, my
blood dripping into his, I felt a presence and the touch of a warm hand on my
shoulder. When I turned, all I saw was Mr. Hartwig sitting under the tree
many feet away, his head bowed in his hands.....
Grandma Honey was born in Clarksdale, Mississippi in 1924. She lived to celebrate her 91st
birthday with us. She was excited about this creation, and gave me a huge smile when she
discovered this story was done in her honor. The short-stories of Grandma Honey and the
Chldren of Light will tell of her kindness and love for children and the human race. Although
she's no longer with us, her legacy lives on in the hearts of those who knew her best.
If you want to see a picture of the real Grandma Honey, click "Grandma Honey" under
the navigation section. If you want to purchase a copy of Grandma Honey, click on the
"Buy" button below to download a copy of this delightful story.
For an audio version of Grandma Honey and The Children of Light, click here:
This link will take you directly to www.cdbaby.com/cd/marilynstevenson. This audio
version of Grandma Honey is read by poet Paris Davis-Dean and introduced by Michael Dean.
To listen to a free version of Grandma Honey, click on the YouTube button above.
Come Travel With Me
I heard gun fire, that's when I turned over to see the beast standing over me.
My uncle Jimmie Doris was firing shots repeatedly while closing in on my
position. He had that frontier look on his face, like David Crockett....standing
firm in the face of adversity, kill or be killed. The beast roared for the last time
and fell on me, nearly crushing me to death....