Sandra Rutledge
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He had said he would come back one day, but how? Mahalel didn't know. Fiery eyes and fiery demeanor wrapped in coarse camel hair with sandals right at the very spot the prophet had departed. Mahalel waited his turn there listening intently to the men ahead of him. The fiery one talking earnestly to a younger man.
By Sandra Rutledge3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Eat the Cookies
I don't know if you ever did this as a kid. I did it a few times with varied results. It would be Christmas Eve and almost time for bed, and I wouldn't turn in to dream of sugar plums (whatever they were) until I put out cookies for Santa Claus. Cookies for sure. Milk, not an option since we had a couple of cats and I didn't want Ol' Saint Nick get cat spit in his drink. Why did I do this? Maybe I wanted to reward the Elf for his hard journey through the cold, dark night to our very rural home, or maybe I wanted to influence the old guy. When the Jolly Old Elf got a load of my grandma's oatmeal raisin he'd be so over the moon that he'd not leave just a lot of stuff, but a lot of GOOD stuff!
By Sandra Rutledge3 years ago in Journal
Split
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say" was an old axiom any space monkey off the trawlers knew from the moment they adjusted their first thermo dial. Whether it was true or not he couldn't definitively say. Looking at the carnage before him Captain Janus Silvecki hope it wasn't true. If it was true, the mute anonymity of the universe's cruelty just made a sad situation even sadder.
By Sandra Rutledge3 years ago in Fiction
Entrained
She slammed the door just in time. Her success was awarded with the sound of claws scrabbling glass. Muted barking too as the conductor's hound voiced its displeasure over her escape. That was the third time since she'd woke up here; if you could call a moving train a "here". The third time she had just made it away from getting a piece of her chewed off by some very aggressive patrol mutts, or maybe it was the same one over and over. She was tempted to just stay here between cars this time and see if hands stuck like tongues, but she was too scared.
By Sandra Rutledge3 years ago in Earth
