Sample from my upcoming memoir. Week 4.

As promised in the 16 Week Writing Challenge, I will be putting up samples of work I did from the preceding week.

Enjoy.

From my memoir in progress, Down Ladder: A Submariner’s Tale.

 

        At first, the sermons Chaplain Scrubbin’ Bubbles gave were distant, far away. The stories he’d preach on were like fuzzy marbles, ricocheting around my memory banks from long ago. They’d tease my synapses, just a hair, but would leave again as soon as they came. The things I did recall from my boyhood were small, childish. Jesus wanted people to be nice to one another. They didn’t want to do that, so they crucified him. He was resurrected on Easter, and born on Christmas. Noah brought animals aboard the big pirate-ship. There was a rainbow. A garden at the beginning. Adam, Eve, Cain, Able—they were all people that did stuff. I remembered a drawing I saw as a kid of David slinging a rock at Goliath. I guessed that was important. Definitely knew the whole water into wine trick. Thought that was about as righteous as it got.

Sample from my upcoming memoir. Week# 3.

As promised in the 16 Week Writing Challenge, I will be putting up samples of work I did from the preceding week.

Enjoy.

From my memoir in progress, Down Ladder: A Submariner’s Tale.

“Eight-Count Bodybuilders! Begin.”

I dropped down like a bullet traced my scalp. I started into them. I was a machine unbalanced, pressed, at its limit. My operator was exceeding the threshold. Any minute now springs, bolts, and sprockets would fling off into the compartment around me. I was sick to my stomach. My innards were only tethered together by skin. Soon, it would rupture. Sacks of blood and pus and liquidated bone-marrow would start flooding out of me. I couldn’t breathe. I was shaking. My body was crashing. The heat. Damnit, the heat of the compartment at that time was edible, and I was devouring hot by the mouthful.

Sample from my upcoming memoir. Week# 2.

As promised in the 16 Week Writing Challenge, I will be putting up samples of work I did from the preceding week.

Enjoy.

From my memoir in progress, Down Ladder: A Submariner’s Tale.

“Do you know what a urethra is, Clark?”

            “No, chief.”

            I didn’t.

            “Your urethra is the tiny opening at the end of your dick where the urine comes out. In other words, you pisshole. Understand?”

            “Yes, chief.”

            “So, the way they do it is by taking a small hook,” he hooked his pointer finger and placed it directly in front of my eyes, “and they jab it down your urethra, your pisshole, remember?”

            “Yes, chief.” My voice was as full octave up, and my eyes were stretched to the back of my head.

            “After they jab it down in there, they yank it out, which unclogs the blockage and jumpstarts the nerves, producing urine.”

            I was a corpse entombed in ice—total paralysis.

            “But sometimes the hook gets stuck see, and they have to yank and yank to get it out.”

            Every time he screamed yank his hand would wrench back like a pull for a lawnmower, really ‘helping’ me envision the whole process.

 

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From “The Bestiary Of People We Know and Love and Hate”. Release Date 4/17/2015

The Chief of the Boat wields immense power and influence onboard a submarine. The pecking order is like this: the Captain is God, the Executive Officer his enforcer, and the COB is DAD. And what dad says to his kids, which were all of the enlisted men like myself on the boat, goes. I was told repeatedly by my shipmates to avoid the COB if possible, and when talking to him I should only answer direct questions. So that’s exactly what I did, for about a month.

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