Welcome To The Bullpen
The arena where new authors can submit their work and have the opportunity to receive feedback from you, the readers.
For the most part, these authors are greenhorns and this is a forum to help them improve their craft. Feedback is very important to the continued growth of any writer so please give them the courtesy of CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and also let them know when they’ve done well. Please keep in mind this is a family oriented website and these authors may not yet be the professionals they hope to become. Your feedback should reflect that. But then again… you can be constructive and still be tough; after all, this is the BULLPEN.
The Aging Cowboy
By Delia J. Fry
Creaking wheels in the dust
The runaway wagon bounces
The cattle in a blind stampede
"Catch it, it's all the provisions"
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Rodeo Show
By Shirley Utting
The rocky mountain rodeo
Is on the road once more
Giveing an amazing show
As lassoing bronco boys
Twirling guns from holsters
The crowd whistle and applaud
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Cowboy
By Shirley Utting
Cowboy boots
And cowboy guns
Galloping horses
Outlaws on the run
Cowboy hats
And cowboy buckles
Fighting with fists
Getting sore knuckles
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The Seven Riders
By Mathew Pizzolato
Tom Bronson closed one eye and sighted down the barrel. This posse just wouldn't let up. They had been on his trail for a week.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He held it and squeezed the trigger.
The rifle bucked in his hands, surprising him. Crimson blossomed on the chest of the man he aimed at and the man rolled backward off his horse.
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OK all you poets out there. Samantha is looking to improve her craft and wants your feedback, but be nice, she is a lady after all.
Where is Cowboy Heaven?
By Samantha Stollar
When cowboys cross over, where is their heaven?
when all of their lives their engines were revvin.
Dark Mornings for a Rancher's Daughter
By Samantha Stollar
I'd waken to the morning sky still in the dark
to throw on my boots and then to embark
on a trek to the barn to awaken my steed
and saddle him loosely for his strong back I did need.
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Her Secret
By Francie Davis
Hello the house!
Mind if I come in out of this rain?
Sure, coffee sounds great! I'll just leave this old horse tied right here.
What a night, what a night! You folks lived here long?
Ten years, you say? Well, sure, I guess that's possible…I usually ride up to the valley the back way.
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Texas Coup
By Dan Devine
I've heard it said that running away from your problems never solved anything, but I've made my living by knowing how to get out of Dodge before the shooting starts.
The shooting was going to start soon, mark my words.
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GOLD FEVER
By Christopher ScottIt was 1849 and Jim Jenkins was on his way to California.
Establishing a presence in the Western territory was of prime interest to the U.S. Government and the discovery of gold in California was a perfect “opportunity” to entice people to head west. The Eastern press seized upon the gold topic. Sensational articles and headlines about the rush for gold in California and the ease at which one could become wealthy not only sold a lot of papers, it also convinced a lot of people to go West.
And so it was with Jim Jenkins. A young man caught up in the madness. He was one of tens of thousands, on his way to California with dreams of striking it rich.
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Picks’ Folly
By Christopher Scott
Sheriff John Stone stepped out from the shade of his office into the heat of the noonday sun.
Reaching into the pocket of his vest he pulled out a wooden match and struck it on a nearby
post. He lit the smoke he had just rolled and inhaled deeply. Good tobacco and a quiet
afternoon. Just the way sheriff Stone liked it.
But the day was not over yet and little did he know his quiet afternoon was soon to be
disrupted.
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SHOWDOWN AT CULVER CITY
By Les Williams
He reached for the pistol that hung low and was tied down on his right hip.
“If you touch that hog leg Jake, It’ll be the last thing you do. Is that what you want, to die here on this dusty wind swept street? Having these good people see you make your biggest and last mistake?”
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Jacobs Ladder
By Christopher Scott
The two men stood in the shadow of the boarding house staring intently at the young preacher. They were not contemplating Jesus and they were not there for the service. They had come to even a score.
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OUTLAWS LUCK
By Christopher Scott
Webb blew on the smoldering tinder as Jack looked on shaking his head with a concerned disbelief. He knew this was a bad move but his disagreement with Webb over the idea went nowhere. Neither of them had eaten any solid food in almost two days and Webb wasn’t about to eat his fresh killed rabbit raw. He was willing to take his chances with the fire. But then that’s how Webb was. He was always willing to take a chance on something even if it meant putting someone else at risk
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Thanks Annie
By Stephen Gese'
From her letter, he sensed she was not overly educated. That was all right with him, he wasn't really looking for a schoolteacher for a wife; he wasn't long on words anyway. He just wanted someone with a pleasant disposition; easygoing, who could cook, and didn't mind chipping in if he needed a hand around the place. Someone to stroll along the creek with, someone who would keep him warm at night, a partner to grow old with who wasn't afraid of Coyotes howling on a cold Wyoming night; you know, a woman, but not a sissy
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