Thomas S. Tharp ~ Blue Raven Press ~ Weblog & Inklings

The Tea Pot

tstharp — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 19:33:01 +0000

I know full well none of my friends here are concerned, as I am, with Pro-Gun Politics, and the Defeat of all things threatening the freedoms Americans have enjoyed over the last 235 years as a Country. I shall from time to time boil over and blow off steam here and on other blogs I have. You can ignore or participate in the conversation. Thanks for listening

New Double Birthday Drabble

tstharp — Wed, 15 Jun 2011 22:14:54 +0000

Sharpe’s Birthday is added to Sharpe’s Camp for Margaret Grenawalt.

Happy Birthday to US!

New Drabble

tstharp — Thu, 05 May 2011 21:53:49 +0000

“Sharpe’s Pleasure” added to Sharpe’s Camp. Comments are welcome.

A New Drabble

tstharp — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 23:11:10 +0000

Under the Ghastly Drabbles Tombstone

“It’s What Best Friends Do “

A New Drabble

tstharp — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 00:40:40 +0000

Added a Viking Drabble to the Ghastly Drabble Section today.

“A Bad Day”

Sort of a Part II of “A Good Day”

Comments Welcome

New Drabble today

tstharp — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 21:26:11 +0000

Posted in Ghastly Drabbles

“A Good Day”

New Sharpe’s Double Drabble Today

tstharp — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 22:17:06 +0000

“Sharpe’s Goose” can be read in Sharpe’s Camp, to the left.

Remarks welcome.

You say it’s your birthday

tstharp — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 19:48:37 +0000

well it’s my birthday too yeah!

56..never thought I’d age this far.

Thank you Lord.

Addition to Sharpe’s Camp

tstharp — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 21:23:36 +0000

A drabble titled; Sharpe’s Humor, written as the wee gift to my birthdate twin Margaret.

Happy Birthday My friend.

Addition to Sharpe’s Camp

tstharp — Thu, 27 May 2010 23:02:22 +0000

“Sharpe’s Terms”
By TS Tharp (May 2010)

The rider drifted in and out of sight as he galloped towards the redoubt. He traversed through the smoking grass fires ignited by the afternoon’s cannonade, a flag of truce fluttering. His horse whickered but remained true.

“Make way the gates you french bastards!” The shadow rider bellowed fearlessly, and again, “I’d ‘ave words with your Colonel so I would.”

A sergeant upon the fire-step countered; “And who might you be grasshopper!”

“Sergeant Harper, 95th Rifles.”

The Colonel attended Harper.

Colonel Debois read the surrender terms of Colonel Sharpe, ‘Surrender or die!’

“No!”

“Mores’ the pity. Bon chance Colonel.”

“Merci”