Sara Jane started her adventure when the moon was waning. She’d always known an adventure was there for her, waiting in the wings, but she had lived instead as an obeyer of rules, fearful and timid, lest her own true self should show its face to the world. She believed as Bilbo did that nothing good could ever come of an adventure.
But one morning she had awoken with a “Yes!” in her heart, and she thought to herself, “I’d better do it now before I get too old.” So she stepped out the…Continue
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I tracked him down through the internet; it’s pretty easy to find someone these days even if you only know a little something about them. I even found a picture of him, and I wondered how recent it was. Did he still look like that handsome man who…Continue
The moon hung like an overworked bra hung out to dry, and the scuttling wisps of dark gray cloud that raced across it only served to further diminish what little light seeped through. Ruby slumped in her wheelchair, her blue eyes…Continue
“What is this place, and why did you ask me to come here?”
He pulled an apple from one of branches near them, took a bite, and offered it to her.
She took the apple, crunched into it, and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. “C’mon. What gives?” She handed the apple back to him. “We’re so far away from anyone or anything, we might as well be in the Gobi Desert.” He took another bite of apple, ignoring her. “Don’t waste my time,” she complained. “All I need is…Continue
The kids had been driving her crazy for quite some time, and she had just about lost her sense of humor, so when the Pleiadans invited her once again to join them over the holidays God gladly accepted. They had been trying to get her to come over for eons, but she had always been far too busy. Those kids, you know.
She left the older kids in charge, the angels and the more evolved ones - Buddha, Zoraster, Christ, and their buddies - grabbed her bags and headed out the door. "Don't…Continue
Leaving no doubt as to her opinion on the matter, Martha hit the exit button with a hearty whomp and closed her FaceBook page. A single thought about her father buzzed in her mind like a bee homing in on an apple blossom. Grabbing her debit card and her driver’s license, she swept out the door and headed for Starbucks. Little did she know, nor could she, that twenty years hence, when she was in her eighties, the then-current regime would find fault with that long-lost opinion and lock her up…Continue
Larry is good at what he does, maybe too good. He towers over anyone else I know who does what he does. Let me explain.
They call me Mary Lou, and I've been waitressing here at the coffee shop across from…Continue
"What is this?! Living with an active addict was no picnic, but I was not prepared for what I saw.
"What?" he answered laconically.
"This!" I pointed to the floor. "Right there, by your dresser. That!"
"Well, I don't know," he lied. I knew, just knew, he was lying.
"Of course you know." I could hear my voice rising in both pitch and volume, but it was beyond my control. "That pill. That one. Where did it come from?"
"You told me…Continue
They knew I could hear them. The lift was broken. That's what Jim calls it, a lift; Marni calls it an elevator. That's why the three of us were walking up the stairs of our apartment building. The black sky, starless and moonless, had arched over our evening walk and now we were…Continue
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"Silly Sally!" said Sarah. "Sitting sobbing on the settee, all because stupid Steven --"
"Stop it!" squalled Sally. "Stupid Steven started it!"
The setting sun silvered the slender leaves of the willows outside the screened-in sun room. It might have been a scenic setting, but the slough beyond sent out a stinking scent that settled over all. It was enough to send Sally over the edge, and squall again she did, screaming, squawking, sobbing as if her sad heart would…Continue
Today started off better than some
And only got better from there.…Continue
When they first came to our village, we thought they were interesting, amusing. Nothing much ever happens here, and their presence offered the first entertainment we had ever had, outside of our own festivals and rituals.
We allowed them to join us in…Continue
"I don't believe in pain," he said.
"Mm-hmm," I replied, keeping my eyes on the computer screen in front of me. Alvin was leaning against the front counter of the office where I work, his tall and swarthy frame encroaching upon my personal space. I rolled my chair a little…Continue
The door to her new life opened slowly, but Maddie didn't mind. In her long years on the planet, she'd developed a little patience, even prayed for it a time or two. She'd soon learned not to do that so much, though, at least not so earnestly as she once had. You pray for patience, and you never know what you'll get to teach it to you.
And anyway, the years didn't seem all that long at this point in her life, sometimes whooshing by with a speed that took her breath away. These days,…Continue
My daddy sought perfection—in his kids, if not in himself. A tortured soul, he knew he fell far short, but perhaps he thought that if his kids could always make the honor roll and maintain stellar reputations, his Maker would let him slide. Naturally, his expectations led to a good deal of domestic discord while I was growing up.
As much as he hated imperfection in his offspring, Daddy hated baseball, too, declaring it a…Continue
"You've got till Thursday, asshole," growled the voice on the phone. "Thursday. That's it."
I heard a click and the line went dead. The cheap burrito I'd had for lunch turned instantly to liquid in my gut. How would I ever come up with that amount of money in three days? For that matter, what had made me think that I could buy more time from Big Lou?
That was just it. I hadn't thought. Because he had known me for a long time, and because, he said, he thought he could trust me,…Continue
"You are such a drama queen!"
"It's true, isn't it?"
"No. It's not."
"Uncle David told me."
"How would he know?"
"Daddy named me after the man who saved his life in the war, didn't he?"
"Of course not."
"That's why I was never his princess, why I could never measure up."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Why won't you tell me the truth?"
"You're making this up. It's not real."
"Why didn't you try to stop…Continue
He was young, untested. The first words out of his mouth were a lie, and I knew it, but he thought he could fool me. I nodded and smiled. “Go on,” I said. He seemed not to notice that he was stepping further into my trap.
Obviously, he didn't know the rules of the new order. He thought he could still buy his way out, and he tried that with me. I raised an eyebrow at his temerity, and, though he tried to disguise it, I could see that he slumped a little at this minor defeat. He tried…Continue
She marched down the sidewalk like the queen of England, spine as straight as an iron rod, sturdy pumps clacking rhythmically on the concrete. A flower pot of a hat sat on her head like a crown, and her well-made coat was buttoned all the way up, even though it was a warmish day.
He walked - or rather, careened - several steps behind her, keeping his distance but yelling all the same, arms and legs flying every which way, hair unruly, plaid shirt buttoned unevenly, dirty work pants…Continue