Thomas Speer
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I'm a God-fearing tumbleweed of a man, a gentle husband, loving foster parent, screwed up past and amazingly ordained future serving the Lord and expressing his revelation in my writing. Don't expect the dry and sanctimonious, though.
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Penumbra - Chapter 4
After the world stopped shaking and the grout in the floor tiles coalesced into straight lines again, I struggled to my feet. A darting speck of movement caught my eye; a scorpion skittered under the toe-kick by the kitchen sink. The back door had blown open when the swamp cooler kicked on and pressurized the house. Groaning, I stepped out into the night, not bothering to close the door behind me.
By Thomas Speer3 months ago in Chapters
Penumbra - Chapter 3
She was my height, and though her insubstantial form lent little detail, the outline of her hair was clear enough, the general shape of her body familiar enough, and the slouching posture reminiscent enough to leave little doubt I was looking at my mom. Her drifting white form walked though the kitchen towards the living room as though I wasn’t there. As she walked by, a familiar tune wafted through the still air -the waltz-y opening notes to “I Love Lucy”. The smell of Virginia Slims hung over the kitchen like an aura, but these senses yielded to silence and stagnation as the vapor-spirit passed further into the house, disappearing into the black hallway toward her bedroom. I let out a small gasp as the breath I had been holding finally broke the silence. I stayed and took several deep breaths, calming myself. I started off after the figure, feeling my way along the hall into the darkness. My eyes had begun to adjust as I continued into her room.
By Thomas Speer3 months ago in Chapters
Penumbra - Chapter 2
Time seemed to prowl around me like a hungry animal. When I started breathing again, I coughed up a cloud of dust. Light had gone completely in my absence, and in the night sky, a stream of silver stars wove light enough to examine my trembling hands. Ten fingers, ten toes. I thought. At least I didn’t get turned into some alien or anything. I stood and stretched. The stiffness told me I had been on the ground for some time. I looked up to assess the time.
By Thomas Speer3 months ago in Chapters
Penumbra - Chapter 1
Shards of terracotta clay fanned out across the yellow dirt, skipping into Choya bushes and under what was left of the exploded boat. A disquieted critter, maybe a lizard, skittered from underneath the wreckage and into the treacherous thicket of cactus in the failing light. I dropped my Red Ryder down on the boat shell and shook my head. “Not making that mistake again” I muttered to myself. It didn’t matter if the mysterious critter had a diamond ring around its little tail. Nothing was worth going anywhere near a Choya bush.
By Thomas Speer3 months ago in Chapters
