John Derossett
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In Times Embrace
For My Dad – in Loving Memory of Johnny E. Derossett In quiet shadows, by his side,My father lay as memories cried,A decade lost in bitter strain,But love, like rivers, rose again. I held his hand, so frail and cold,Reclaiming warmth long left untold.In silence deep, our gazes met,Where words had faltered, hearts were set. The years dissolved like morning mist,In his tired eyes, I found the twist—Regret and love, entwined as one,Our wounds both healing, nearly done. He whispered softly, “Son, I know—”And in those words, forgiveness flowed.The hurt, the pride, both slipped away,As death drew near the break of day. Now…
- John's Blog , Opinion
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My Opinion on Donald Dump Trump
We have a convicted felon running for President of the United States. The guy surrounds himself with MORONS. His choice for vice president is a Weirdo MORON who has magically changed his viewpoint to align with those of Donald Trump to be selected for vice president. These two alone are enough to destroy the country. Now let’s add Mike Johnson, who is already the house speaker. They are already establishing plans to mess with the election results should Trump lose, and they have publicly announced the cancelation of the Affordable Care Act should Trump be elected, even though Donald Trump has no plan…
- Short Stories , True Crime
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The Lufthansa Heist: One of the Most Audacious Crimes in American History
On December 11, 1978, in the early hours of a bitter winter morning, one of the most legendary crimes in U.S. history unfolded at John F. Kennedy International Airport (JFK) in New York City. Known as the Lufthansa Heist, it involved the theft of over $5 million in cash and nearly $1 million in jewelry from the German airline’s cargo facility. Adjusted for inflation, the stolen amount would be worth more than $24 million today. What made this heist unforgettable wasn’t just the scale of the theft, but the intricate planning, the betrayal, and the violent aftermath that followed. The crime has been…
- John's Work , Short Stories
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The Last Goodbye
I wrote this story just after my dad passed away. I continue to miss him. It was a typical autumn morning when Sarah’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was the hospital. Her heart skipped a beat. The doctors had said her father’s condition was stable the night before, but something in her gut told her the news wouldn’t be good. She answered with a shaky, “Hello?” The voice on the other end was calm, too calm. “Ms. Whitman, I’m sorry to inform you—your father passed away early this morning.” The words hit Sarah like a tidal wave.…
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Through the Seasons
Maya sat by the window, staring out at the rain tapping rhythmically against the glass. Her thoughts drifted, as they often did, to Lucas. It had been six months since they’d last spoken, but she could still feel his presence everywhere. It was as if he had woven himself into the fabric of her life, even though he was no longer a part of it. They had met one summer, a time when the world seemed alive with possibility. She had been working at a small café near the harbor, spending her days serving iced coffees to tourists and locals alike. One afternoon,…
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Echoes of the Deep
The first time the sound was heard, most of the townspeople dismissed it. The wind, they thought, or perhaps a large cargo ship docking further along the coast. But by the third night, even the skeptics couldn’t ignore the eerie, mournful wails that seemed to emanate from the depths of the ocean. The small coastal town of Brinecliff had always been quiet, a sleepy place where time seemed to pass more slowly, nestled between jagged cliffs and the churning waters of the Atlantic. Most of its residents were fishermen, their lives and livelihoods tied to the sea. But now, that same sea had…
- Fiction Stories , Short Stories
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The Last Leaf on Maple Street
Edith Miller sat by the large bay window in her living room, her hands cradling a warm cup of tea. Outside, the branches of the great maple tree stretched toward the sky like a skeletal hand, each twig trembling in the wind. It was late autumn, and nearly all the leaves had fallen, leaving behind bare limbs that swayed gently in the cold November breeze. But one leaf remained, clinging to its branch with a kind of determined fragility that caught Edith’s eye. It was a lone flash of yellow in a sea of dull gray. For years, that tree had been her…
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Donald Trump: The Bully in Politics
Donald Trump’s political career has been characterized by a polarizing and confrontational style that often evokes the image of a bully. From the moment he descended the escalator in Trump Tower in 2015 to announce his candidacy for president, Trump displayed a brash, unapologetic, and combative attitude that set the tone for much of his public life. His rhetoric has frequently been described as abrasive, inflammatory, and designed to demean his opponents, and many view his behavior as embodying the traits of a classic bully. The Use of Insults and Name-Calling One of the most evident ways Trump fits the mold of a…
- Poetry
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My Wife Marlene – Together for Eternity
You are the sun that warms my days,A love that lights my endless maze.Your laughter fills the quiet air,A joy that makes the world seem fair. In every glance, I find my home,With you, I’m never left alone.Your gentle strength lifts up my soul,In your embrace, I’m always whole. Through trials, storms, and paths unknown,Your heart has been my steadfast stone.In every moment, great or small,You are my everything, my all. With every breath, I thank the skies,For you, my love, my heart’s sweet prize.Forevermore, in love we’ll be,Together for eternity.
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Mom – My Shining Star
A gentle heart, so full of grace,With every smile, a warm embrace.Her hands have held me through the years,Wiping away both joy and tears. Her voice, a song that soothes the night,Guiding me toward what’s right.In every word, a lesson dear,She calms my soul, removes my fear. Through every storm, she stands so tall,A steady rock, when I might fall.Her love, a light that never fades,Through darkest nights, it gently wades. Mom, you’re my strength, my shining star,No matter where, you’re never far.In every heartbeat, you’re a part,Forever resting in my heart.
