The Cute Bat
I keep this art piece above the computer in my office at work, so I catch sight of it regularly throughout the day. My heart tends to race a bit every time I glance at it, and I’m not sure why. I love this picture. My oldest son […]
Air In Pueblo – Conclusion
Part 1 Part 2 By the time Rachel reached her destination, the snow and ice had stopped their onslaught. Perhaps the Earth had given up; perhaps Rachel had outlasted her, difficult as it is to grasp such a thing – that the swell of angst in the soul […]
Air In Pueblo – Part 2
Five miles outside Pueblo’s city limits, it began to snow – not the fluffy white stuff that makes a person think of cozy fireplaces and hot cocoa and Santa Claus, but an ugly sort that is something of a cross between snow and ice, such that it becomes […]
Air In Pueblo – Part 1
Rest Stop, 2 miles the sign read. It leaned at a near forty-five degree angle on the shoulder of I-25, southbound to Pueblo. Rachel sighed, then squirmed in the driver’s seat of her forest green Subaru, attempting to awaken the sleeping nerves in her backside and simultaneously assuage […]
Now All Was Ceased
Make the whole world stop for awhile. It was all he’d wanted to do. But the world is stubbornly motivated to remain in motion – this portion of it frantically so; to halt this clamorous juggernaut required an act that was shocking in conception and much more in […]
Unlikely Explanations and Kudos to Weebs
This past weekend, I had a chance to catch up with a close friend of mine, and he brought up the recent fiction series I just wrapped up on this blog. He told me how much he enjoyed it and was wondering what in the world it was […]
Unlike Our Waking Lives – The Final
The mention of that name, “The UnBe”, took capture my meager concentration; I felt much like a freeway rubbernecker, casting glare upon the scene of a wreck I instinctually knew was rife with carnage and loss, but my nature would not allow me to look away. I didn’t […]
Unlike Our Waking Lives – Part 8
A common characteristic of walled fortresses, even those made of cardboard, is that by nature, they betray to potential intruders that there are important things behind those walls. Defenses are set up for a reason. No one builds a castle with gates of iron, then seeks refuge on […]
Unlike Our Waking Lives – Part 7
The halo child and I stood motionless for seconds that dragged on ages. While I couldn’t know his thoughts for certain, I supposed them to be similar to my own. In the wake of the dreadful Invader, bringer of ruin, my best weapon was secrecy. If we remained […]
Unlike Our Waking Lives – Part 6
Photo by wolfgangfoto Windows chattered violently behind burgundy curtains; vibration from the outside eruption moved the plush floor in waves, and I became nauseous, my legs losing stability. I fell to my knees, looked to the front room; despaired as I witnessed the tiny light of that room, […]
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