It was a breezy midsummers day. The sky was clear and the air warm. It was unusual for rain on a day like this, but thunder rumbled in the distance.
"Mama, we gonna get rain?" my son asked me.
"I don't know, sugar, it sure sounds like it." I replied, stroking his hair.
We both sat on the porch swing looking out into the open dessert. Our small town
was just one in a line of towns dotted across Arizona. We weren't settling here of course. We would stay just long enough for my husband to come back with some gold from California. We would be rich soon, and not have to ever go back to Virginia. Maybe we would stay on the west coast and live in a city. At least that's what I was supposed to believe.
Down there is the city. Here, on the hill overlooking it, the shimmering lights and steady buzz of the city traffic come with a lag and somewhat subdued.
On the gentle slope of the hill lay prostrate a boy and a girl. They both stare up at the billion twinkles above them.
The eyes of the girl scan the night sky, trying to discern something.
don’t see anything”, she says.
The eyes of the boy are fixed on a spot up there, in the endless. Whatever he sees in the starry endlessness mesmerizes him.
“Look really, really carefully”, the boy whispers in a while.
We follow the boy’s line of sight and we rise and ascend deeper, further into the cosmos...amidst planets...through galaxies an...
The fall didn't hurt, but the landing sure did. It must have been twenty feet. Maybe thirty. My ankles hurt. They weren't broken, I thought. Probably just sprained. I could move them but not enough to walk on. It was dark down here. And humid. Maybe there was water close by? I didn't hear any running water, but perhaps there was a lake? Even a puddle would
be okay. I just had to find it, and with no light, or feet to walk on, that was going to be tough.
Food would be nice too. I didn't know how long I had been there. I couldn't see much light. The hole I fell through was angled steeply. It was more like a tunnel, or a burrow than a hole.
That got my imagination running. What if this was a trap set by some h...
I can't say that everything was completely normal.
I spotted him from across the street, sitting there at the corner table, in front of the restaurant, his back to the window, eyes moving as though he was always on the look out.
I always thought it was kind of cute, the way his eyes narrowed and flitted here and there - like a meerkat. Like one of
those cute meerkats that keeps a look out while his friends are eating. I thought it was just a tick, or a twitch.
I looked right and left and crossed behind a taxi that blared its horn at me for no reason. That's when he spotted me. I caught his eye and he beckoned me over quickly, his smiled flashing only for a moment before it faded from his lips.
"Most assuredly, I say to you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God; and those who hear will live. For as the Father has life in Himself, so He has granted the Son to have life in Himself, and has given Him authority to execute judgement also, because He is the Son of Man. Do not marvel at this; for the hour is
coming in which all who are in the graves will hear His voice and come forth -- those who have done good, to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil, to the resurrection of condemnation."
Mick spat on the ground at the words. 'Can't believe preachers are still peddling that crap. We're twenty years into this goddamn war, and there ain't no ...
There was no break in the cicadas’ cacophonous choir. The little creek kept bubbling and singing its song.
In the height of summer, time was almost at a standstill in the small town of Saundale. The humidity weighed everything down like molasses. Even the screech of brakes and angry honking of cars were
Despite the dust, it was quite peaceful.
The world was just slightly off kilter. In the humidity was a tension, an anxious itch.
Anders huffed, trying to get the waistband of his pants over his beer belly. But his fingers were clumsy today and the belt just would not clasp. His gut told him something was wrong. He felt a little panicked. W...
This particular legend says that people from all tribes lived in harmony with each other and with the energy in the air. The energy glowed like liquid gold and one could see flashes of it like rainbows after rain. Everyone was able to take control of it, but there was only peace. No one looked down on one another for
different levels of power and no one took advantage of their skill.
All was well.
But then a man began using the energy to do harm. He relished in the newfound power that he could acquire with the energy. And these dark thoughts quickly spread like a virus through the peoples of Aislandia. The continent was overtaken by chaos, the ancient civilization fallin...
It all begins in a stylish bedroom, where trophies and awards can be seen in the background. A redhead beautiful lady is laying in bed, while the sunshades fall directly on her soft skin.
Jessica wakes up in a sunny day. She opens her eyes and smiles. "Today will be a great day!" she whispers. She starts dressing, but her clothes look a lot different than
what a women would wear. She puts on a racing suit, she takes her helmet and keys then walks out the door.
She opens the garage and uncovers a sportscar, hidden under a black curtain. It's a Skoda Fabia S2000, with sponsor stickers all over it. She opens the door, sits in the car and turns the engine on. A beautiful exhaust noise comes out, delighting her ea...
It was the middle of winter, and the snow-flakes were falling like feathers from the sky, and a queen sat at her window working, and her embroidery-frame was of ebony. And as she worked, gazing at times out on the snow, she pricked her finger, and there fell from it three drops of blood on the snow. And when she saw how bright and red it looked, she said to
herself, "Oh that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the embroidery frame!"
Not very long after she had a daughter, with a skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony, and she was named Snow-white. And when she was born the queen died.
After a year had gone by the king took another w...
There was once an old King, who, having fallen sick, thought to himself, "This is very likely my death-bed on which I am lying."
Then he said, "Let Faithful John be sent for."
Faithful John was his best-beloved servant, and was so called because he had served the King faithfully all his life long. When he came near the bed, the King said to
"Faithful John, I feel my end drawing near, and my only care is for my son; he is yet of tender years, and does not always know how to shape his conduct; and unless you promise me to instruct him in all his actions and be a true foster-father to him, I shall not be able to close my eyes in peace."
Then answered Faithful John, "I will never forsake him, and w...
As a golden emblem, the sun lay high in the sapphire sky. Vapors of steam rose from the mounds of snow about, while whispering hisses emerged from the crackling ivory ground. If any man dared to stare long enough, he would have gone blind, for the sun glistened upon the snowy earth quite brightly. Yet within the frozen, melting snow, there ran a red
On the frozen tundra lay a stretch of motionless men covered in blood stained armor. The giants from the north, with their fair blonde hair, had battled against the men of King Abhor, whose kingdom lied far to the east.
Two forms could still be seen moving amongst the slain, and one was a giant. The giant stood tall with his firmly carved arms, sculptur...