Nicole McClain
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Seeking Mother Soil
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Eva certainly hoped that was true because she had been screaming in frustration for the last few minutes. It had been 1219.474 days since she had last seen another human being. She was over 2/3 of her way through her personal 5-year space odyssey and so far, anything remotely close to success had eluded her. She was quickly approaching her last viable planet and if it wasn’t it…
By Nicole McClain3 years ago in Fiction
Journey Down the Rabbit Hole
I have the urge to write almost every day. I don’t exactly want to keep a diary, and I don’t think every observation I make is brilliant (or even most of them). So, I was at a quandary. What should my topic be? I love food and do write about that, but I am not a food journalist just an enthusiast. I kept pondering and it clicked. I realized that my life is driven by a series of mini obsessions. I am never happier than when I am zooming down a rabbit hole searching for something. On these days, Google is my best friend. So, I thought I would start a series of articles on what I am obsessed about for the moment. Let’s see how far it takes us.
By Nicole McClain3 years ago in Confessions
Encounter with the Route 732 Phantom
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Oh! This is going to be a good one, Trini thought, as she sat the latest edition of Haunted Ohio aside. It was well into her first year at Miami University and Trini Tammen had settled in nicely. If you had asked anyone who knew her before Miami whether the sophisticated young New Yorker would take to the rural Midwest, the answer would have been a solid “No”. Still, Oxford with all its red brick and ivy charm had wormed its way into her heart.
By Nicole McClain4 years ago in Fiction
Last Words
I’m not built for this kind of thing anymore. I thought as I shimmied down the trunk of an old oak. The tree in question was in the back corner of the sprawling estate where I used to live, a place I was no longer welcomed. It had been almost three weeks without a Mitch sighting. The for-sale sign was planted out front, and I was beginning to get desperate. Mitch is my husband and I really wanted to have a word with him.
By Nicole McClain4 years ago in Fiction
When Mavis Married Aaron
When Mavis married Aaron, she thought she was marrying up. It made sense in a distorted way. Aaron was a former athletic star and drop-dead gorgeous, with dark wavy hair, long well-muscled limbs, and sun-kissed skin. All the other girls wanted him, and Mavis nabbed him, plain, bookish schoolteacher that she was. Everyone said, “It will never last”, but Mavis just ignored them.
By Nicole McClain4 years ago in Criminal
Tanith and the Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Tanith climbed the old oak tree as high as she could go. It gave her good cover while she got a good look at the behemoths guarding the entrances to the valley. “Behemoth” she thought to herself. Gran would be proud of me using my word a day calendar. Although, if things continued as they were, there wouldn’t be much call for it in the future. She couldn’t leave the Valley. Who was able to come and go seemed random. Some merchants, like her father, had been barred exit for months while others made the trek back and forth readily. Soon, everybody’s wares were rolling out of the Valley in the three wagons that seemed to get a free pass.
By Nicole McClain4 years ago in Fiction
