This story was written for a challenge that required the use of the following four words to make a story: Great Zen Areas Year The great white shark scans the depths. It’s in a Zen state as it pores over its domain. It isn’t looking for food though - it’s looking for the last of … Continue reading Great White Shark
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This story was written for a challenge that required the use of the following four words to make a story: blackness, crewmen, teriyaki, interior. The planet has dried up. There are no more seas. Only salt-pans and whale carcasses. The creatures that inhabited the blackness of the ocean depths now form a briny slush over … Continue reading The Expedition
The Bitter Pill
For the first time in a long time, Horace stopped to look down the jetty. It was like a rifle sight that was aimed at the natural beauty beyond. The sun was shining, the ripples were lapping musically against the shore and life was beautiful. It was bittersweet though, because it was bad news that … Continue reading The Bitter Pill
The other day in Orange - a town that’s halfway to nowhere - they threw a guy in prison for treason. The media had a field day with the story, and what did he do? According to one broadcaster he “painted Orange yellow.” A newspaper harked “Outrage in Orange,” calling for the reinstatement of capital … Continue reading Lovely
The Five Ladies
A circle of ladies sit wearing fluffy ponchos and knitting woollen blankets. The bundles of fabric heap at their feet, blending into a homogeneous mass. Are the five ladies knitting five blankets, or are they each knitting one corner of the same five-cornered blanket? It’s hard to tell. The air was so clear yesterday that … Continue reading The Five Ladies
The Sounds of the Bush
The cacophony of birds before dawn makes it impossible to sleep. The humid air has condensed on the pile of leaves that I’ve heaped on top of me, but I’m dry and warm beneath. I can hear the bugs crawling through the pile, but as far as I can tell they haven’t bitten me all … Continue reading The Sounds of the Bush
Where Were You?
What was the first book you read? Where did you have your first kiss? What were you doing when your life took a turn? Ebeneezer remembers regarding his untied shoelace as he stood on the Brooklyn Bridge. He was nervously waiting for Maude to say yes to his marriage proposal. He’d ship out the next … Continue reading Where Were You?
I walk through the field towards a solitary rock. The sheep regard me with contempt. I suspect that the rock marks an important site. There’s nothing to indicate that this is so, except for a feeling within me. I stand toe to toe with the modest monolith. The feeling intensifies. I KNOW that this rock … Continue reading Solitary Rock
Wicked Mobile Phone
My phone is wicked! It runs on a modded battery and it has its own modded cooling system. I’ve just got to fill it up with hydrogen gas from time to time. That means I’ve got to run an electrolysis bath with a gas hood at home. I plug it into the wall socket for … Continue reading Wicked Mobile Phone
A child cries. Se doesn’t want to go to church. A dog barks. He wants to chase the motorcycle. A car horn sounds. The driver is tooting “hello!” The picture window is the perfect place from which to see it all, and it’s been this way for the last hundred years. The glass is so … Continue reading Picture Window