Below is a writing exercise that I had too much fun writing not to share it.  
If Eustace wasn’t known as a fool, he certainly was known as a clutz. All of his life he had mucked up everything: elementary school homework, scripture memorization, and even his first job milking cows. His mother still will [...]

Discarded

Stacked in rows of lonely crates, the black disc s press together in a jumbled mass. The box edges were a blurry bunch, never revealing where one gegan and the other ended. Cold wet rocks frowned upon the stack of black discs, condemning them to warps, mold, and eventual disintegration.

On a dusty old picnic table [...]