Carmen Elmer
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Traveler, writer, historian, photographer, and cook. I will write about anything, but prefer to spin off personal experiences from life, work, and family.
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Outer Tera
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’ve heard it three times. The first time was when we were on our journey to the colony planet of Outer Tera. I was ten and it was the day my dad died. The second time was when I took my first solo space flight off planet when I was twenty. The third time I was twenty-five and it was the first time I encountered the Others. I try to tell people about it, but they just shake their heads and say it was all in my mind.
By Carmen Elmer3 years ago in Fiction
Off the Rails
1 When John woke up, he felt a gentle rocking, not like a boat but something close to that. No, not a rocking, more of a consistent thumping. He heard a familiar sound but couldn’t place it. His eyes were open. He was sure they were, but he couldn’t see. Before he started to panic, his mind went into a familiar calm recovery mode. He thought “Don’t try and figure out that thump and strangely familiar sound just yet. What was the last thing I remember?”
By Carmen Elmer4 years ago in Fiction
Old Windows and Candle Wax
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This cabin in the woods was an old cabin. Not old like a 1980’s single-wide trailer dropped off in the forest and hooked up to a septic tank kind of old. I’m talking about the kind of old cabin that the forest has mostly reclaimed. It was one of those old cabins that was built around the fireplace. One of those hand-built, stone-by-stone fireplaces and chimneys that become the heart and soul of the home. The kind of old cabin that the windows aren’t crystal clear factory manufactured glass, but old hand-made silicone windows full of swirls and bubbles. The kind of old windows that looked like artwork when the sun hit them just right. That candle in the window was old too. Not one of those plastic candles with a gold-painted base and an electric fake flickering candlelight that people put on their front window to make their home look like a child’s Christmas story book cover in winter. I am talking about the kind of old candle that has a heavy brass base attached to a round finger hold and a real wax candle melting, dripping, now cascading down onto that brass base. It was one of those old cabins in the woods that few people knew about. You could only find it by following an old game trail. That is how Chuck found it.
By Carmen Elmer4 years ago in Horror
