Good story!(But I hope you aren´t a pilot!)Originally Posted by george c
Good story!(But I hope you aren´t a pilot!)
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
It's a real story. I had two scars on my face as I was growing up from the incident, one over the eyebrow and one on my lower cheek. They are still there, but I accumulated more over the years and the waves of age have made them inconspicuous. I don't know what happened to the dog, but my main memory was concern for him. I still like dogs. No trauma.
I thougth so. Anyway your reaction was admirable. Usually kids that suffer that kind of accident get scared of dogs for the rest of their lives.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
The Earth was long gone by the time they appeared. They had no knowledge of the Earth’s previous existence, or of the existence of different worlds. They felt important and unique in the timelessness of the universe. And, in their loneliness, they invented God.
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
Had their ups and downs, but seemed to make the relationship work.
Lately, she didn’t seem herself. Asked her about it, she had no response.
One morning she was gone. What had he done, he wondered?
Phone rang. “Hello.”
“Have your puppy. Luckily, your phone number was on her collar.”
50 words....
Regards,
George
Last edited by george c; 01-23-2017 at 04:25 PM.
Before this moon will rise the sun must set. I wait alone upon the beach except for strangers waiting for it, too.
And then we see its fresh, faint light. It lifts above the ocean’s noisy waves. I watch until I’m sure it’s safely high enough to journey on alone.
The cheese moon
Once the moon was a big cheese. The people living on it had food in abundance. They lived in the big caves of the moon. Soon they quarreled about the food. The angry moon changed into a dry land. And they all died of want.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
In a coma, doubtful he’d regain consciousness.
Family worked in shifts to be by his side in case he awoke.
He did.
“Tell me what’s new in the country,” he said.
“Trump is president-elect and Palin considered for VA secretary,” his brother, said.
“Please, put me back in a coma!”
50 words....
Regards,
George
By 2050, after thirty years of deep global recession, the markets bottomed. All countries had declared bankruptcy. The European Union and the United States had divided into twenty-seven independent sectors.
On May 9th, the Chicago Sector suffered a nuclear strike. It surrendered. To make sure, the Coast Sector struck again.
During the bull phase people worried about black holes, dark matter, alien invasions, simulations, parallel universes, robots taking over, meteor strikes, and how to get to Mars when no one had yet gone to the Moon.
Hit by the bear, people realized all that was asinine. Now we just worry.
Danik. Nope, not a pilot, though many years ago I did take lessons and solo. No, I haven't flown in, well...35 years or so. Also, don't like heights.
Here's another story.
Squirrels, preparing for winter. Sam and Sallie dragging in insulation, Sam hauling up acorns. Occasionally, he’d come up huffing and puffing with a can of beanie-weenies.
At the base of the tree with a brown bag, Sam yelled, “Throw the rope. For you, Sallie.”
“Holy cow, watermelon vodka! My favorite.”
50 words....
Regards,
George
There's nothing like getting another species' opinion on watermelon vodka, george c.
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Dr. Juan Palitis flipped a nickel. It dropped onto the table: heads or tails? He was demonstrating statistics to female nurses, re-certifying their licenses, showing them how to be rational like he was and not believe in New Age spiritualist junk.
Heads.
Tails.
Bounce. The coin landed on its edge.
YesNo, speaking of New Age....
“Your life is in shambles.”
“I know.”
“You use astrology, psychics, crystals, Feng Shui, Bach Flowers, aromatherapy, spiritual healers, angels, no telling what else.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“For once, try using a real counselor to help you?”
“Hmm.”
“Well?”
“Think I’ll get my crystals cleansed and recharged.”
50 words....
Regards,
George
Now that you mentioned it, george c, I probably need to get my crystals recharged.
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She moved the pendulum over a picture of a human body. It circled near the chest area. “You have a strong heart chakra. That’s exceptionally rare.”
His girlfriend later asked, “Did my psychic straighten you out like I said she would?”
“No way!” He always knew that about his heart.
Yesterday the last human editor of a literary magazine of any value was replaced by a robot.
All quality texts now come from AI authors with results beyond belief. Billions upon billions of young, avid pseudo-humans want to buy more.
The meat-bodied human population has officially lost our literary race.
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