Mystery
Carpe Diem
Sweat soaked through Christian’s turtleneck and dripped off his forehead after hours of scraping and digging. The ground muddy and cold after the storm passed through bringing a mix of rain and flurries with it. The drop in temperature making things harder and doing nothing to cool his sweaty body.
By Michael J Massey4 years ago in Fiction
Good and Evil
When the child ran out in front of my car it was as if I watched it all unfolding in slow motion. I slammed on my brakes but the tires found no purchase on the wet pavement. A second before the child slammed into the grillwork I closed my eyes. When the police arrived I failed to tell them I was talking on my cell phone when the accident happened. I rationalized to myself that it wouldn’t have mattered either way.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
Harmonizing
One spring day many years ago as a young man I traveled to a faraway land where people say ya’ll to visit my father. He owned a farm but to earn a living he worked in the heating and cooling industry. He had been an employee of a large company in a city some thirty miles from where he lived but since they didn’t pay him in accordance with his experience he decided to start his own business. When I came to visit he was in the process of building a shop to house his new business. I offered my help. He accepted.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
The Nameless
I once lived alongside the banks of the I & M canal in a small town located in northern Illinois. At one time it linked Lake Michigan to the Illinois River and onward to the mighty Mississippi. Interested in its origins I read how the canal had been dug by hand with the toil of thousands of immigrants from all over the world. When completed, mules towed boats along the canal back and forth from big city to rural river. I used to walk those old mule trails traveling many miles there and back again.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
The Space Between
When the suffering of the world gets to be too much, I run away. I am a coward. I cannot face those necessary monsters head-on. Instead, I seek out the space between the desires that drive my life and the mystery that is the foundation of experience.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
Doing Nothing
Years ago I ran a janitorial business. As a side-line, I advertised window cleaning services. Since I disliked cleaning windows I charged a premium price. If I did not get the job I was happy. If I did get the job it meant I would have a fatter wallet.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
Loss
On the day my son was born he was so tiny and alive! I marveled at the softness of his skin, his tiny fingers and miniature toes, and the brightness of his eyes. He grew too quickly. I often wonder where all the time went for life is like a river flowing past that no one can keep their eyes trained upon it since it is always moving. It flows away to nowhere never to return.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
9. The Child of Fire
Vivid bright lights pierced his vision. Disorienting, meddling; they seemed to strike viciously towards his eyes. Evils are lurking, the voices said. He stared wide-eyed into nothing. Trembling, he refused to acknowledge the whispers. The mere attempt struck tremors that pulsated through his body, his head throbbing with pain.
By Vithurshan Thajenthiran4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 37
The ride home had been quiet. Rev had mostly kept his gaze out on the open road. He leaned his right hand against the steering wheel, while his left was held up against the window. The trees whizzed past as if we were racing them towards the house; whoever made it back first, wins. The closer we got towards my home, the fewer cars showed on the road. I'll probably never get used to life in the middle of nowhere; what the hell was my father thinking when he found this place? To break the awkward silence, I just pulled out my phone. Rev said earlier to make this technology-free.. but hey, I make my own choices now.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin
She fell asleep the moment her back touched the bed. She was in a deep sleep and was dreaming about that one summer vacation when she and her parents were spending their weekend in the cabin. She was twelve years old. She hoped Joseph came with them but his family had other plans. However, her father told her that they would visit on the day before they leave. Today was THAT day and she was sitting on the stairs waiting for Joseph and his parents to arrive. Today was Friday. Tomorrow, Saturday, was the time when they would all go back home together.
By Wyoma Maisog4 years ago in Fiction
