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A Novel About Finding Treasure And What To Do With It

Looking for and finding treasure; a human fantasy.

Looking for and finding treasure; a human fantasy.

Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner!

You’ve just won $1 billion dollars in the local lottery. You do not have to pay tax on your winnings. How will you spend the money?

My last novel, Galapagos Man, is based on such a premise.

Alex Thurston and his son AJ sail the coast of California, Baja, and visit Panama on their way to the Galapagos Islands. They do so to recover treasure buried by Alex decades earlier.

The treasure becomes a white elephant of sorts. Nefarious organizations are searching for it and know that Alex may know where it is. If it falls into their hands it will only be used to further their aims. Turning it over to the government is equally risky. Along with the treasure are documents that would expose and ruin high-ranking, powerful, and prominent officials, leaders, and families.

On the quest for the treasure old loves are found and new relationships forged. The treasure has little value unless used wisely. That is the question the main characters ponder and struggle with and eventually come up with a solution.

Here is an excerpt from Galapagos Man. It is early in their quest and the treasure has not yet been recovered. After a few day at sea they decide to go ashore at a secluded village on the Baja coast.

The dory was launched and AJ putted to shore. They pulled the dory onto the beach and looked around the village. The most prominent building was a bright yellow adobe building with the a green letter sign – ‘cervasa.’

The village had about twenty-five other adobe buildings and wooden shacks. There were a few old cars and pickup tucks. A couple of dogs barked in the distance. Alex and AJ moved closer to the cantina they heard chickens cackle from a wooden building on the opposite side of a dirt road from the cantina. A few old dories lined the beach close to the village.

AJ mused quietly, “Anybody home?”

“Kind of strange, isn’t it” AJ said.

“When things get strange beer is the answer,” Alex said and ushered Alex to the cantina.

Inside it was dark except of a light bulb hanging above the bar. The bar was two long planks attached side by side and supported by three fifty-five gallon metal drums. There were four square tables.

“There’s not even a Mexican sleeping under a sombrero in the corner,” AJ said.

They sat at the bar. It had eight stools. Behind the counter was a shelf of liquor. Beneath the shelf was a refrigerated Coke cooler.

“Hola!” Alex said and paused “Hola!”

A round woman entered through a door on the side of the room.

“¡Buenos días, Mi amigos!” she said smiling.

“Lo siento, no hablo español,” Alex said.

“Ci,” she said. “I speak English, a little.”

“Can we have two beers?” Alex said.

“Ci, two beers,” she said. “Only one kind.”

“That’s fine,” Alex said.

She pulled two bottles of beer from the cooler.

“Do you serve food?” Alex said.

“Ci,” she smiled. “Best food in town.” She chuckled with her hand over her mouth and her belly shook. “No place else.”

“We have chicken fajita with beans and rice,” she said. “Fresh chicken, killed early before sun come up and cook all morning.”

“You can never get enough of fresh killed chicken,” AJ said. “That’s what I’m having.”

“Me too,” Alex said.

She brought them two plates of chicken fajitas.

After two bites. Alex said to the woman. “If we pay you for the plates can we have two more to go.”

“I have paper plates,” she said. “I put them on that, okay?” She brought two more meals on paper plates with another paper plate on each as a cover. “How will that be?”

“That will be fine,” Alex said.

They finished the meal.

“Do you want paid in pesos or dollars?” AJ said.

“Oh, dollars,” she said.

AJ tossed two twenties on the bar.

“Too much, senor,” she said.

“No you take it,” AJ said. The food and service is great.

Alex and AJ started to raise from their stools.

“Oh no, senors,” she said nervously. “Have more beer.” She turned and bent over the cooler.

“Something’s wrong,” Alex whispered to AJ.

“Let’s go,” AJ said.

“Oh no,” she said. “More beer. Free. On the house.”

They grabbed the plates and rushed out the door. They squinted at The Consuelo anchored off shore. A small boat approached her.

“That’s why she wants us to stay,” Alex said.

They ran to the dory and launched into the surf. By time they pulled along side four men were standing on the deck. The were yelling at Alex and AJ in Spanish and motioning to leave.

“No comprendo,” One man was saying. “No comprendo.”

Alex pulled the .45 from his pants and fired three shots into the air. “Comprendo now!”

The men fell silent and slowly moved from The Consuelo to their boat. Alex and AJ climbed aboard.

AJ reached in his pocket and pulled out his billfold. He emptied the cash and handed it to the man in the boat closest him. Alex shoved their boat away with his foot.

He turned to AJ. “Let’s hoist the dory on board.”

As they secured the dory to the bow Alex said, “Some men are thieves because they are bad, some are thieves because they are desperate. They weren’t going to get rich over us. They were looking just to get by. They had no weapons. They meant no harm, but they are thieves. A little money gave them a little dignity and maybe keep them from talking. Now, let’s get out of here.”

In time The Consuelo was back to sea about twenty-five miles off the coast of Baja sailing south southeast.

Million Dollar Bloggers

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  3. A Billion in the Bank | As I please
  4. Geek Ergo Sum
  5. What is a biscuit? | littlegirlstory
  6. DP Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner | Sabethville
  7. It’s MY Billion Dollars | Everyb0dyd0thefl0p.com
  8. Depends on when you ask I guess… | thoughtsofrkh
  9. Daily Prompt: You’re A Winner! | From Slacker To Scribe
  10. A Novel About Finding Treasure And What To Do With It | The Jittery Goat
  11. A Billion Dollars of Fun | 61 Musings
  12. Daily Prompt Challenge – Rich | soletusknow
  13. 238. Billionaire | Barely Right of Center
  14. A Dream Come True | Flowers and Breezes
  15. Daily Prompt Challenge | Jottings and Writings
  16. Getting Rich and the Tribble Epidemic | Rob’s Surf Report
  17. Daily Prompt: You’re A Winner!!! | Nicole Sloan’s Books
  18. Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  19. If I Had a Billion Dollars… | Traci’s Space
  20. daily prompt: you’re a winner | aimanss…
  21. Mega-Jackpot Crazy Town | PROOF OF GOD! …and other tragedies.
  22. My Other Blog | Daily Prompt: You’re A Winner!
  23. money cannot buy | sarahscapes
  24. Give it away? | A mom’s blog
  25. My Irresponsible use of 1 Billion Dollars | TechnoTom
  26. A Rich Life… | Haiku By Ku
  27. windfall | peacefulblessedstar
  28. Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner! | lifebeinggirly
  29. Diner’s Dilemma | Harmless Propaganda
  30. DP Challenge Accepted ~ “Yes, We All Are Winners, Money Or Not”! | Just A Recovery Author Learning To Be A Better Writer
  31. DP Challenge Accepted ~ We All Are Winners Money Or Not! | Just A Recovery Author Learning To Be A Better Writer
  32. Daily Prompt: Billion Dollar Winner | Breathe.
  33. Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner! | Tillie’s
  34. Daily Prompt: The One Billion Dollar Question | One Starving Activist
  35. One billion dollars and me.. !! | life at random outlook
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  38. When Money Killed Him | Shadows Of The Divine
  39. Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner! | Basically Beyond Basic
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  42. S. Thomas Summers | Writing and the Tree of Expression (Not Self-Expression)
  43. Some people are… | The Nameless One
  44. Daily Prompt – You’re a Winner! | Joe’s Musings
  45. Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner! | janetkenrick
  46. “Who wants to be a billionaire? I don’t” | Life is great
  47. The Lottery and the Gospel | meanderedwanderings
  48. You’re a Winner! What would you do? | The Christian Gazette


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Galapagos Man; New Novel By Kenton Lewis

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Available on Amazon.

Galapagos Man is my fifth published novel. It is available at Amazon.

The story is inspired by the memory of my dad. He spent time in the Galapagos Islands during World War Two. Many of the events that take place in the first portion of the book are based on actual accounts he shared with me, but fictionalized to blend in with the plot.

The circumstances on how my dad ended up in the Galapagos Islands are basically true, everything else is fiction. Dad was sort of a John Wayne character. He was bigger than life. Even after his death in ‘69 stories swirled about his exploits as a younger man.

In a way, Dad was always searching for something. I don’t know what it was. I attempt to show that what he wanted most already existed within a generous heart hidden within him. His life was a paradox; outward selfish pursuits and hidden acts of generosity. I try to harmonize the two and make sense of how complicated our lives can become, but eventually if given the opportunity they can somehow be analogous.

The main character is Alex Thurston and supported strongly by his son AJ. Alex leads his son to a buried treasure hidden during a tour of duty in the Galapagos Islands.

Along the way and afterwards there are adventures on the high-seas, prison escapes, chases through deserts, chases at sea, chases on streets, espionage, romance, explosions, secrets from the past, and a lot of other stuff.

The book is written to be read in ten to fifteen minute intervals. In other words one can read a chapter quickly, thus creating a natural bookmark. Seldom will the reader have to stop in the middle of a chapter. There are fifty chapters.

You will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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The Jittery Goat; Nothing Remarkable Happens Here, Just An Easy Place To Visit

Daily Prompt: As Seen on TV

Write a script for a late-night infomercial — where the product is your blog. How do you market yourself? What qualities do you embody that other “products” don’t? What are the benefits of reading your blog?

Some things just don’t ring with you. Infomercials is one of them.

If I was to do an infomercial likely it would be without a script. I’d start telling a story.

“Welcome to the Jittery Goat. I’m Kenton Lewis, the guy to blame.

Recently I was reading the obits in my hometown newspaper. Two people from my childhood died. One of them I’m blogging about in two weeks, but I’d like to just tell you about the other one right now.

His name was Denny. He was a tough guy in my old neighborhood. Nobody messed with him. He was four years older than me and he bullied me around every time he got a chance.

When walking to the park I took the long way just to avoid walking by his house.

One day I was having a fun day at the park. It was in the summer and the city recreation department sponsored summer programs supervised by college students. It kept us juvenile delinquents from being delinquent and gave college kids a summer job and college money.

There was a small building in the park where all the athletic equipment was kept. I went inside to get something, it was likely bases for a baseball game. I was alone. Denny came inside right after me. He had a cousin with him who was about four years younger than me. And following them was Denny’s gang of fearful admirers.

Denny backed me into a corner and told his little cousin to punch me. I knew what Denny’s ploy was; if I struck his little cousin in defense of myself that would justify him beating me.

The little cousin hit me in the stomach.

I smiled. “You hit about as hard as Denny.”

Everyone laughed. Denny shoved me against the wall, sneered, and left me alone.

The worst thing you can do to a bully is humiliate him in front of his friends.

Over the years I saw Denny a few times. He pretended to never quite remember me. But from that day in the park he belonged to me. He was afraid that somehow I might remember that event and perhaps recall it, especially if others were around.

He led a life of community service; a life long volunteer fireman, chief of the department, and served a term or so as mayor of his town.

From that day in the park I was never afraid of him. I always saw a loneliness in his eyes. I’m sad he died. I hope he didn’t die alone.

If you like my stories, buy one of my books featured on the sidebar. Click on them and it will take you to Amazon. The books have some good stuff in them.

The Jittery Goat is a place to spend a few minutes, hear a story, buy a book for yourself or friend, move on, and come back.”

That’s an example of how I’d do an infomercial. Not exactly ripping stuff, but the kind of stuff that makes people think about others and their stories too.


Filed under Daily Prompt, Essays

Sleepless Nights (short fiction)

imagesCAF4ZF1EDaily Prompt: Fright Night

Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.

Dusty sat on the steps of his house. He looked tired. He hadn’t slept in days. His buddy, Chucky, rode by on his bike.

“Let’s go to the park,” Chucky said.

Without a word Dusty got on his bike and they peddled toward the park together.

“What’s wrong, Dusty?” Chucky said. “You look terrible. It looks like you’re gonna fall asleep on your bike.”

“I can’t sleep,” Dusty said.

“Everybody sleeps,” Chucky said. “Eventually you will get tired and just fall over, but you’ll sleep. It’s like trying to hold your breath. You can’t do it. If you can do it long enough you pass out and you start breathing again.”

“How do you know?” Dusty said.

“A doctor told me,” Chucky said.

“What doctor?” Dusty said.

“Big Mike’s doctor,” Chucky said. “Big Mike’s doctor told him and Big Mike told me.”

“When did he tell you that?” Dusty said.

“When he was choking me,” Chucky said. “He said he’d let go as soon as I passed out.”

“He could have killed you,” Dusty said.

“Nah,” Chucky said. “I put a curse on him just before I let him do it; if I die I’d come back to haunt him.”

“That’s stupid,” Dusty said.

“What’s stupid is not sleeping,” Chucky said. “How long have you not slept?”

“Three days,” Dusty said. “Since we saw Invasion of The Body-Snatchers. If I fall a sleep they’re going to take my body and replace me with a some soulless creature that looks just like me.”

“That’s a movie,” Chucky said. “It’s make believe. It’s not going to happen.”

“It has to be based on a true story,” Dusty said. “You can’t make-up stuff like that. I just can’t sleep,” Dusty said. “For all I know you could have already been taken over by the body-snatchers.”

“No, not me,” Chucky said. “Big Mike told me a long time ago if I walk around with garlic in my pocket it will keep vampires away from me and he said the stuff works on body-snatchers too.”

“If it’s just a movie and made-up, why do you need it?” Dusty said.

“There’ nothing wrong with being cautious,” Chucky said.

“Now that’s stupid,” Dusty said.

“Than why do I sleep at night and you don’t,” Chucky said.

Dusty paused for a moment. “Do you have any garlic with you?”

“Just a little bit in my pocket. I never go anyplace without it.” Chucky said. “But we’re heading past Big Mike’s, he’ll sell you a weeks worth for a quarter.”

“Are you sure it works?” Dusty said.

“Sure it works!” Chucky said.

“Is there any guarantee?” Dusty said.

“Big Mike guaranteed it,” Chucky said. “But the guarantee won’t go into effect unless you put a curse on Big Mike.”

After the visit to Big Mike’s, payment of a quarter, and a curse on Big Mike, Dusty and Chucky rode to the park on their bikes.

The next day Dusty was on the steps of his house again. He looked tired. He hadn’t slept in days. His buddy, Chucky, rode by on his bike.

“You look terrible,” Chucky said. “Didn’t you sleep last night?”

“No,” Dusty said. “The smell of garlic kept me awake.”


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How Does Your Garden Grow? (Advice to writers)

It's a beautiful thing to watch something grow and to know you've had a hand in it.

It’s a beautiful thing to watch something grow and to know you’ve had a hand in it.

Daily Prompt: Earworm

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.

Somewhere in the middle of a story something hits you, a word, a phrase, a sentence. There is something about it. You can’t let it go.

Perhaps its melodic in form, a profound truth, or a perfect and concise expression that embodies much in few words. Nevertheless it has to be placed in a story and suddenly everything flows to that one word, phrase, or sentence. You just have to get it out.

Several years ago a phrase came to my mind, a phrase only. It would not leave. From that phrase people emerged first like shadows and then in the full light. They had a story to tell, but more honestly I had a story to tell.

As I began to carve away at people and plot; a story arose and eventually a novel – from one sentence. It was like a seed that grew into a tree.

This was the sentence: “Darkness covered the town as if by the stroke of a painter’s brush.”

I could not leave it alone. I had to water it and see how it would grow. As I wrote, rewrote, and rewrote the phrase actually became the opening words of the third chapter of my novel, Ice Too Thin.

When something gets in your head find a way to get it on a page. It’s like tossing a seed in dirt, that is the only place it has a chance to grow.

Here is the first page or so of that third chapter with the phrase from which a novel sprouted.

“Darkness covered the town as if by the stroke of a painter’s brush.

The last customer left the barber shop and the barber pulled the shades down tight. Dunken Crane, a pot-bellied bald man with full black beard, rocked on his heels with folded arms in the front window of his hardware store. He was trying to decide whether to remain open the last fifteen minutes of the day or not.

The grocery on the opposite side of the street still had two customers walking the aisles.

At the gas station, Henry Phillips a gangly figure with large hands like a seal’s flippers and a long face slammed the hood on a Chevy pick-up (‘That tune up will have to wait until Monday morning. ‘). He wiped the grease and oil from his hands and tossed the rag into a barrel and slung on his coat.

Down the street next to the railroad was Ben Benson, a stout barrel-chested man with a pug face and curly blond hair. He’s throwing the lock and chain on the gate to his lumber yard. Ben’s grandfather started the lumber yard seventy-five years ago.

Every structure in town has Benson lumber in it and everyone paid dearly for it too.

Cleo and Cloris Knudsen still have two more hours before closing their restaurant. The Knudsen sisters are identical twins who never married. They are thin shapeless women with enormous protruding teeth. Their smiles are as genuine and radiant as a sunrise.

The law office of J. Robert Crandell above the grocery is dimly lit. His eyes are red and scratchy from reading books on environmental law. He sips some cold coffee and grimaces at its bad flavor.”

Bloggers with worms:

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Blogging Is Like A Flea Market

hells_kitchen_flea_market[1]Daily Prompt: Tagline

Often, our blogs have taglines. But what if humans did, too? What would your tagline be?

Maybe it’s just me (and it usually is), but isn’t blogging like going to a flea market and setting up your own booth.

At first you don’t know exactly how you fit in or if you have the right product for the flea market crowd. Soon you realize that all kinds of people come to flea markets. After a while others begin to accept you and before long you are on the circuit.

The items you bring to the flea market are a specialty that maybe doesn’t attract a lot of buyers. You search around and find out what others bring and what customers buy. You make adjustments, but with your own twists. Your specialty items are always tucked away just waiting for that special customer.

I went to a flea market and became intrigued with an old man was showing his granddaughter how to sell the products. He didn’t know I was listening, but he was passing on information that would help that young lady make a go of things.

“Have a story for everything. That way they are buying not only the item, but a story or memory with it. Let me show you.”

A customer came to his booth and looked at a sewing basket.

“I bought that for my wife about two years before she passed. She carried that thing everywhere. A woman needs something like that around the house. Ah, you should have seen her, just as cute as could be. It’s like a man with his favorite tool box.”

He sold it – for twice what it was worth. He got paid more for his stories than I do.

That old man’s tag line might read, “You’re not only buying an item your buying the story with it.” (Sure he sold junk, but the stories and effort were priceless.)

“Maybe It’s Just Me…”

Blogs are flea markets. Sometimes you spin a little yarn to sell what you’re really up to.

The point made is that everybody has their niche. I have always seen things a bit differently. What that means is that I’m not often right. I have often used this phrase, “Maybe it’s just me and it usually is.” It is a phrase born out of honest reflection and frustration. That would be my tag line.

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  47. Daily Prompt : Tagline | The Bluebird of Happiness 幸福
  48. Daily Prompt: Dear Telephone Solicitor | My Daily Prompt Blog
  49. Daily Prompt: Tagline | Borneo Rainbow
  50. Daily Prompt: Tagline | Exploring Utah with MS and Apples
  51. Daily Prompt: Tagline | Under the Monkey Tree
  52. Daily Prompt: Tagline | Morrighan’s Muse
  53. Tagline Me . . . | A Short A Day
  54. Meet the Family… | The Rider
  55. My Endless Rants & Ramblings
  56. Blessed Beyond Belief | Prayers and Promises
  57. Daily Prompt: “Let the Works I Do Speak for Me” | One Starving Activist
  58. Tagline | The Nameless One
  59. My Human Tagline: Loquacious Indian Brat | Nerd.Laugh.Love
  60. Daily Prompt: Tagline – Go with the flow! | SERENDIPITY
  61. Im Bebe and you know it | Ericka Mercado
  62. Tagline? Bah! | djgarcia94
  63. Daily Prompt: Tagline | My Tropical Home
  64. Daily Prompt: Tagline – show us ADVERTISING. | masadiso79’s Blog
  65. All I really need to know I learned at Jin Jins | Thin spiral notebook
  66. MESS IN A DRESS | hastywords
  67. Reckless Dreamer, Life’s Lover, with a Hopeless addiction to Pink | Lewis Cave
  68. Daily Prompt: Tagline | Everyday Adventures
  69. Daily Prompt (Tagline: The Bad Seed) | Iam Who Iam
  70. Daily Post – Advertising Buddhist Style! | Cozy Compulsions @ Midnight
  71. I can’t make a decision | hansolosvagina
  72. Daily Prompt: Tagline | itisnotaboutmeblog
  73. Tagline: Mantra – For Your Pleasure & Delight | Khana’s Web
  74. Never s-TAG-nate | I Didn’t Just Wake Up This Morning with a Craving
  75. 165. Tagline | Sofie’s Diary
  76. Smorgasbord | mycookinglifebypatty
  77. Window | Daily Prompt: Tagline | My Penned Creations
  78. Daily Prompt: Tagline | The corner of my imagination
  79. Daily Prompt: Tagline / Advertising | Postcards from
  80. Daily Prompt: Tagline- Credit Note Girl | Expressions


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A Page From My Novel

During World War II my Dad was stationed on the Galapagos Islands. I've used it as a location for part of my next novel, Galapagos Man.

During World War II my Dad was stationed on the Galápagos Islands. I’ve used it as a location for part of my next novel, Galápagos Man.

It’s 7:06 AM ya’ll and the Daily Prompt has become the Daily Plop. Thus I will share the opening page of chapter sixteen of a novel I’m working on. The working title is Galápagos Man.

Alex Thurston is dying and he has revealed a long kept secret about the past to his son, AJ. AJ talks to his wife, Millie, about his Dad’s condition.

Chapter 16

The Plan

The day Alex told AJ about the events during the war he told it to Millie.

After the children were in bed they snuggled quietly on the living room couch.

“There’s something bothering you, AJ,” Millie said. “You want to talk about it?”

“It’s Dad,” AJ said. “He’s slipping fast and I don’t know what to do for him.”

“You have got to do something,” Millie said. “Dad has a lot of living left.”

“He’s determined to die,” AJ said.

“Doesn’t he want to see his grandchildren grow?” Millie said.

“Dad thinks that dying before the kids are too old is best,” AJ said. “There will be less to remember of him.”

“He has a son in Panama,” Millie said. “You would think he’d like to live long enough to see him and maybe his children.”

“I think that’s a part of Dad’s life he’d just as soon forget,” AJ said.

“Not from what you told me,” Millie said. “Maybe that’s what is killing him. If he only had a reason to live.”


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