Choose She bought the old manual typewriter on a whim. It seemed to call to her that day in the antique shoppe. Robert was in bed snoring when she set it up in the study. Sipping Merlot, wondering what to type, she needn’t have; as the moment her fingertips rested on asdfjkl; they typed of…
Category: fiction
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #127
“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke When love has ended Each night’s dreamed beginning is blessed deja…
#FF — Viral Apocalypse
Social Distancing Police (SDP) had their ways of finding us: cell signals; surveillance cams and drones; infrared heat signals. The Elites funded the SDP. Survivors were hunted as if lives depended on it – which they did. Some of us Mutts carried immunity – discerned through (fatal) brain collection and biopsy analysis. The right brains…
Solar Sailor
Author and blogging friend, Cage Dunn, posted yesterday about a writing class that has been posted on youtube and included a link. (Thank you, Cage!) I watched the lecture on writing a short story last night and today and followed along with the assignments. What follows is a story I wrote from the assignments. The…
What do you see? 21 — God’s Gift
He was a man some would call an airhead. His thoughts were either in the clouds or he was being distracted from what, or whomever, he was trying to focus on. He was frustrated by never seeing his stream of consciousness reach the delta to the ocean. He’d tried meditation, medication, and was now in…
dVerse — prosery 11 — Love’s End
I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. My first – age eighteen and doe-eyed for Billy who lived one farm over. We planned marriage after graduation, but in the fall of our senior year, Fay took him from me. Next – Mr. Murrow, boss at the department store when…
#FFFC 57 — Recurring…
Every night it is the same dream. It starts with my standing in front of a 3-story brick home at dusk. I look up to the window to the right of the entryway and see a soft yellow glow getting brighter, until I see a figure at the window holding a shiny metal candle holder…
Tao-Talk 