Mrs. Sweet had been teaching kindergarten for thirty years, and in all of those thirty years, she had never come across a more disruptive and dedicated-to-violence child as Amos Moses. Mrs. Sweet would watch Amos out of her room’s window in the morning before school opened. Amos would throw pea-sized pebbles that the playground was…
Category: fiction
Twittering Tales #142 – 25 June 2019 — Still Alive
Photo by sasint at pixabay.com Still Alive In the year 2525, humans are still alive – the same humans. In 2100, medical technology leapt by millenia with help from visitors from a planet on the other side of the sun. Bionic gene technology made us immortal. All humans have been sterilized. I just had my…
Kwaang
Harrison pressed the buzzer at the night dry cleaners and a voice came over the intercom, “Pick-up or drop-off?” “Drop-off” “Number of items and how many pair of pants?” “17 and 7” A buzzer sounded and Harrison entered the small shop. The disembodied voice over the intercom belonged to a small, wrinkled, bald man who…
Imagination Plantation Challenge: The Annual Biggleton Boat Race.
Welcome to Rivertown USA, where we are the cookie cutter small town like that which dots every state by the thousands. It’s a mish-mash, with no thought or planning going into its layout, each building a testament to whatever petty council members sat at the table for its time. Every bridge looks different, the streets…
The Life of a Simple Cobbler
Shoemaker At Work is a painting by Farideh Haghshenas Renaldo was a cobbler by trade, just like his father before him and his father before him. Renaldo had lived in the same town as his forbears. He went about his daily activities with a certain comfort. There was a dearth of surprises in Renaldo’s life,…
Justice for the Fookers (long)
image link It was the 50th anniversary of the day the Governor of Whosville, Foul Fooker, gave the order to the State troops to fire randomly into protesting students and other students walking on the campus of Higher Ed U. Myra Madison, age 70, lost her sister, Nancy, that day. Nancy was leaving her honors…
The God of Bubblegum Mountain
image link He told me God lived on Bubblegum Mountains, the strawberry peaks that greeted the sun first each morning in the summer. Naive I was but I had a few questions for The Almighty so I set off across meadows filled with flowers and grains, streams with boulders and crawdads, then across a sweltering…
Tao-Talk 