R.C. Alderson

Joined June 2021

13 stories

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Retired technology professional, believing in nature and happenstance.

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Shady Succor
Jason had been walking for three days. His feet were sore, his legs were tired, and his stomach was growling. A hot meal and a steaming shower were teasing his imagination. The dusty country road he currently thought of as home offered no immediate prospects for any such comforts, but, nevertheless, it currently owned him.
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Fiction
First Flight
Jeff Sloan was my roommate at school. We had been staying at his house in Sacramento over spring break. But on this morning, the second morning of our stay, Jeff's father had offered to take us in his airplane on a sight-seeing flight over to San Francisco and back.
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Fiction
America -- For All of This...
For native peoples who gave us succor and salvation from unknown threats And taught us self-sufficiency and survival in a new and untamed land
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Poets
The Girl From Nantucket
There was a young girl from Nantucket Whose fortune was kept in a bucket One day it tipped over On a four-sided clover
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Poets
This Planet
This planet is quite the anomaly A one in quintillion phenom-aly Why did it become The familiar humdrum? As you know, it's just a sitcom-aly
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Poets
Absurdity
What sense can you make of absurdity? A quest forever plaguing humanity It’s catch-as-catch can Because with no real plan
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Poets
Tally Ho!
When pondering life’s incongruities I often observe superfluities Though chance rules the land With a bird in my hand
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Poets
Elemental
Earth Clay, loam, and humus Shaped by nature's energy Form the essential Air The sky, the heavens Atmospheric endowment
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Poets
Blue Chalk
A blue-chalk arrow Pointed to 'Happiness here' And a crowd gathered
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Poets
First Time
It was spring break. I had gone to stay with Jeff, my roommate, at his family's 800-acre ranch in the Sierra foothills. We had been talking about this trip since the beginning of the fall semester, and both of us had been looking forward to it.
By R.C. Alderson4 years ago in Fiction
First Flight
It was spring break. I had gone to stay with Jeff, my roommate, at his family's 800-acre ranch in the Sierra foothills. We had been talking about this trip since the beginning of the fall semester, and both of us had been looking forward to it.
By R.C. Alderson4 years ago in Fiction
Working The Farm
“So, what makes us different?” Brenda asked. “Communication,” Alan said. “God gave us two things he didn’t give to any other animal species — the ability to reason and the ability to communicate with others of our species.” Brenda and her brother, Alan were debating mankind’s place in the universe as they worked on their chores.
By R.C. Alderson5 years ago in Fiction