About Survivor

Biography
Survivor

The avatar is sometimes me.

Friendship is important to me. I'm loyal to friends and family. I accept (almost) all friend requests.

I served for four years in the US Navy. I served for nine years in the Kansas Army National Guard.

Writing is a passion of mine. As is the theater. In the past five years, I have appeared on stage in twenty-one plays, musicals, and shows.

My username reflects the fact that I have been battling various forms and types of cancer since 28th Feb. 2015. I'm still here. I will survive.

Name:
Larry
Sex:
Male 
Age:
73
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
In a Relationship
Location:
bajo un árbol de álamo, Kansas, United States
Interests:
Writing, traveling, the theatre
Favorite Books:
Pride and Prejudice, Roughing It, U.S.A., The Gate to Women's Country, The Architecture of the Arkansas Ozarks, Tales of the City, The Sand Pebbles
Favorite Authors:
Jane Austen, Mark Twain, John Dos Passos, John Hersey, Albert Camus, Sheri S. Tepper, James Tiptree, Jr. (Alice Sheldon), Raymond Chandler, Rex Stout, Donald Harington, Armistead Maupin, Richard McKenna
Favorite Movies:
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, April Fools, Oh What a Lovely War, Platoon
Favourite TV Shows:
Elementary, Masterchef, Corner Gas, Hell's Kitchen, Detectorists, The Comedy Strip Presents, The Young Ones
Favorite Music:
Virtually all Baroque; Bach, Vivaldi, Telemann. Adult Alternative Rock, Pink Floyd, Leonard Cohen, Soul Asylum, Florence + the Machine, Mumford and Sons, fun., Duffy
Website:
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Date Joined:
21 Dec 2012
Last Visit:
21 Jan 2021
Page Viewed:
21,717 times
Friends:
116
Followers:
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Days in Chat:
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Days on Site:
30+
Forum Posts:
5,335
Stories:
488
Badges:
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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 21 Jan 2021 06:47



Another trash day. I heard the recycling truck going around at 6:00 in the morning. Those chaps are working in the dark. The trash bins will be cleared much later in the day.

Aren't we all feeling much better? I am just waiting for all of the hearings in Congress to discuss the criminal behavior of all of the orange toad's appointees.

Of course, I have cleaned up around here, getting fresh water in the pot and the tea kettle. Coffee will be ready soon.

flower

Topic: Today is Survivor/Larry Nigh's Birthday....I started to write this last night and evidently it d
Posted: 20 Jan 2021 09:50

Thank you all for being so kind to me on my birthday.

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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 20 Jan 2021 06:14



Well, the television is on. This is history being set now in Washington. Coffee is ready and water is ready for tea. Settle in and watch the show, folks.

flower

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 19 Jan 2021 06:22



Good morning to you, Gill. I truly hope your luck turns around for the better. You are incredibly strong to be handling all that you do.

Nice to see you here, Xander. hello1

The coffee is ready and the water is ready for some tea brewing.

We have to get out today to see the dentist for my wife. Victor will go along with us. The weather is nice enough that he can wait for us in the car.

flower

Topic: Give something to the person above you
Posted: 18 Jan 2021 07:20



A smile and a hug for being here to visit us, Roland.

Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 18 Jan 2021 07:18



Time to count again. 4,452

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 18 Jan 2021 07:14


Time to wash out the coffee pot put fresh water in the tea kettle, and prepare the coffee house for visitors. Wednesday cannot come soon enough.

It's so good to see Roland on the site in the last couple of days. It's really nice, sir. flower

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 17 Jan 2021 09:10

How you all are? ;) Thanks to Larry for today's setup. I keep having the feeling that there's something here in Spaceland that I'm forgetting. Sorta like the feeling students sometimes get that they've forgotten the big report/major test/etc. and the deadline has just arrived.


Good thing there's coffee, cookies, and comfy chairs by the heater to ease any anxiety.

Later, Inspirators. glasses8


Well, you might be forgetting to verify some stories here on our site. I know that I have a micro-fiction that I submitted on Friday that is still awaiting moderation. There is certainly no hurry about it, though.

I'll have another cuppa java right now.

flower

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 17 Jan 2021 06:16



Good morning, folks. I've put the percolator on and the water is in the tea kettle.

Let's get going on a great day.

flower

Topic: Let's Count
Posted: 16 Jan 2021 20:08



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Story Competitions

Stories Published All Stories »

I'm Buying If You're Flying

Some of us would stay up late arguing unresolvable philosophical questions pretending we were studying. To study alone a diner was three blocks away. Getting a booth and spreading out happened often during finals week. To study hard one spent time where coffee was served in bottomless cups.  But for fake study, we talked in our rooms into the early hours until the morning birds...

Added 21 Jan 2021 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 31

Healing Hands

She puts her sewing down and leans over lifting her sweater from behind.  "Here, before I sit down, put your healing hands on my back." Rubbing his palms together, warming them, he finds the bad spot where the pain is. She sighs, "That feels so good, hon." Some things help. Medicines. Mattresses. Operations. Shots. What often works best is the simple gentle touch of a pair of hands. ...

Added 17 Jan 2021 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 80 | 5 Comments

Wake Up, Baby

"Baby? You awake? Wanna date?" The car had pulled up and awakened the boy, crunching on the gravel road. It wasn't the first time. He reached under and made sure the ax was under the couch where he slept at night. Keeping it there felt safer. His mother whispered through the front door, "It's after three. You'll wake the kids."  They were always drunk. They'd leave at last. This...

Added 10 Jan 2021 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 90 | 5 Comments

Have You Been There

We touch each other always with hearts, with minds, with soul we don't just share our lives we make two parts a whole We know each other's thinking in every single way we're strengthening our friendship with all we do and say We've learned to live together in good times and in bad by feeling and embracing when happy or when sad We watch the world around us expressing what we may we...

Added 30 Dec 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 88 | 4 Comments

Reaching Out Into The Darkness

I still recognize the timber and the tone. Hear the sound of her voice deep inside From her voice in my mind that one time. Only one time did we speak, share ourselves. Only one time did she paint my heart with sound. Said my name,  and it brought me tears of joy. Said my name, can you understand the thrill? Reaching out into the darkness, 'cross the world, Sending echoes of her...

Added 26 Dec 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 83 | 6 Comments

She Never Forgot

"When I was young I had a dog. My parents decided that we couldn't afford it. It was the Depression." She told the story once more. Their mother had told it before. They always tried to understand. "It was on Christmas Eve. I cried that night. My dog came back in the morning. I thought it was a miracle." When they heard the story they were happy. The first time. "My father gave it...

Added 14 Dec 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 149 | 7 Comments

They Call the Wind Maria

"Swee' tea, sweetie?" Maria looked up, nodded, and smiled. Laurie refilled her glass from the pitcher, replaced it on the table, and sat down in the rocker beside her on the porch. There was a soft breeze rustling the turning foliage of the trees scattered across the landscape. "Is that one of your children playing in the leaves today, Maria?" referring to the zephyr moving about...

Added 01 Nov 2020 | Category Supernatural | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 163 | 11 Comments

After Me...

"Attention! May we have your attention?" the voice whispered hoarsely. "Can you hear our thoughts? We are here. We must reach you. Greetings. We are friendly." The man started up from his dead sleep. "What! What the hell! Who's yelling at me?" He jerked his head around and saw nothing, just the glow of the security light coming in through the grill in the door.  "Did you hear us? We are...

Added 28 Oct 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 156 | 10 Comments

The Wild Irises Were in Bloom

The wild irises are blooming in the woodlands as you follow your compass bearings while orienteering. Don't lose your way. Not today. You can do this. The day is lovely. The end of spring. Summer is soon here. Enjoy the beauty of the riparian landscape.  You've waited years for the chance. You can't let it slip away. Just do it. Getting your body into shape was hard enough for someone of...

Added 26 Oct 2020 | Category Memoirs | Votes 15 | Avg Score 5 | Views 165 | 14 Comments

Bibliophilia

Immersed inside a book outside a store The lady stopped, involved in stories deep. To break into her mind might prove a boor But surely one could ask to take a peep. What novel had she found inside the stall, A queer old book or volume bound in calf? Perchance a quaint old tale to hold in thrall? One hopes it isn't just some worthless chaff. A strong allure is built from many quirks...

Added 17 Oct 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 157 | 10 Comments

Stories Coauthored

A Comedy

When I was young and loved humor Comedy was a movie that I knew  Where I would be laughing out loud While watching with glee the whole time Growing up, that belief had changed Comedy was a funny stage play Where you could watch people act While the ending was comically tragic Life has been sometimes like that It started with laughter and smiles But the ending was now so painful Even...

Added 26 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 378 | 5 Comments

Clouds

People are just like clouds That float above the sky Without real direction But beauteous from afar Winds can push us forward And then may push us back Might even be the ones That scatter us apart Sometimes they blow gently To make us into one Other times much stronger Thus breaking us in twain Sometimes there is darkness It makes it hard to see Even light in slivers Can barely...

Added 12 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 384 | 5 Comments

The Wall

My closed fists keep banging on the wall. My lungs hurt so much from losing air. It's becoming hard to breathe. I never stop pounding even as I can see blood flow out from my bruised hands. My mind is in a panic and the fear starts to creep up through my whole body because I don't know how to swim and the wall is giving me no respite so I can get my breath. I have begun to feel weak...

Added 04 Feb 2019 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,474 | 6 Comments

Ballerina

Strong heart is beating in a harmony, Each movement set angelically with pride.   So subtle that it matches musically, To center stage exquisite form does glide On pointe, on tiptoe, swaying with the tune The wind caresses, gently singing free. So calm her soul, like summer days in June But every step is like a storm tossed sea Behind sweet lips and eyes, typhoons may hide, With calmness...

Added 16 Jun 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,399 | 10 Comments

The Bluebirds In My Heart

  “There’s a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out, But I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going To let anyone see You” Charles Bukowski     When loneliness became a part of me In such a way that others could not see. My heart forgot to feel, it hurt so much, And locked itself up tight against a touch.   The bluebirds came to...

Added 15 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 700 | 4 Comments

eBooks Published

Tastes Bitter, Tastes Sweet
Tastes Bitter, Tastes Sweet

Meet a new poet in this edition. Find various forms of poetry, including sonnets, haikus, traditional verse, blank verse and abecedarian. You will discover love poems, poetry about life and death, and...

Coffee For Me, Tea For You
Coffee For Me, Tea For You

A collection of diverse short fiction. It includes micro fiction, flash fiction, mysteries, science fiction, and general fiction. The author has spent his life around computers and is now using his personal computer to create varied styles of fiction for the reading public's...

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