C. L. Nichols
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C. L. Nichols retired from a Programmer/Analyst career. A lifelong musician, he writes mostly speculative fiction.
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Meditation Journeys #1: Astral Safari
Welcome to the first installment of our Meditation Journeys in the Speculative Encounters series! Take off on an Astral Safari, a guided meditation that transports you to imaginary worlds. Explore the vast reaches of your mind, meet fantastic creatures, and witness breathtaking landscapes.
By C. L. Nichols10 months ago in Chapters
Escape! Embrace Micro-Adventures for Everyday Excitement
Many of us find ourselves caught up in the daily grind, with little time for personal fulfillment. Work, chores, and other responsibilities leave us disconnected. What if there was a simple solution to break free from the monotony of everyday life?
By C. L. Nichols12 months ago in Motivation
Revenant
David lay in bed listening to the wind sough through the eaves of their new home. The first storm of winter arrived in the evening, dropping the season’s first snow. A moderate wind had steadily increased to gale force as the snow transformed from swarming fireflies into the scouring blizzard now raging outside.
By C. L. Nicholsabout a year ago in Fiction
Carny Night
Walking stealthily along the carnival Midway just after a dark midnight. Harold stayed near one side so he could see the watchman, if there was one, before he himself was seen. Most likely, anyone else there would be using a flashlight, so would be easy to spot in plenty of time.
By C. L. Nicholsabout a year ago in Fiction
Remnants — Episodes 5
Bobby was afraid to touch her. Kyra lay upon her back on the concrete slab of the convenience store parking lot. The bubble blisters had spread and now covered all of her visible body, and they continued to eat their way through her clothing into her flesh.
By C. L. Nichols2 years ago in Chapters
Banished! — 4: Collaboration
When the others had all gone back inside, Jada remained, looking out over an ocean she had never seen. Right now, the waters were a chromatic sapphire that you could look through for the top several feet before becoming a darker blue and then black below.
By C. L. Nichols2 years ago in Chapters
Island Encounter
Riley was home alone now. Her husband had died less than a month ago in an awful accident while they were vacationing in Galveston. That might have seemed strange as a travel destination to many people, but the couple actually owned an island off the coast of Maine, purchased by James a couple of years before they met.
By C. L. Nichols2 years ago in Fiction
