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  1. One Vast Miracle

    "We forget that nature itself is one vast miracle transcending the reality of night and nothingness." Loren Eisley.

    Sometimes I can't believe how blessed I am to be alive right now, and able experience this summer morning. Bright sunshine sparkles like diamonds in grass that's damp after last night's rain. Blue sky, green leaves, sharp shadows under sober and dignified old trees. The air smells fresh, with only the slightest hint of breeze. The day promises to be hot and...
  2. Would you go to Mars?

    I recently purchased a years subscription to a battery of Masterclasses.

    One of the classes includes instruction by Col. Hadfield, Canadian Astronaut. Whose list of achievements includes installing the Canadarm2 in 2001, Chief of Robotics, CapCom, NASA’s operation in Russia, to piloting a Russian Soyuz. The first Canadian commander of the International Space Station (ISS), to name but a few. He also does not too bad of a cover of 'Space Oddity'.

    In some sense, when one sits down to write,...
  3. There's Only So Much.

    The 4th of July ended with a fight, and over the past few days, there's been tension. On the 5th of July, there was a small brawl on the streets of my childhood neighborhood.

    What should have been a few kids fighting, turned into a sport of throwing metal objects, mase, and hitting people with bats? Unfortunately, I was not there and had only watched a video of my sisters and cousins get attacked by a bunch of assholes with bats, who later would showcase their "victory"...
  4. 2019-07-05

    I've become something I thought I wanted to be so many years ago. I'm able to turn my back to someone suffering right in front of me, become unaffected by the tears of a mother, bitter and angry, no longer scared at the rage of a father; unconcerned with the plights of a sibling; unaffected at the loss of a friend.

    It's all boiling under the surface, I don't know how much longer I can keep it all contained. I want to die so badly in one moment, and in the next I can't help but cling to...
  5. Sunset, Sunrise

    Sitting in the late summer sun, watching shadows spread across the parking lot as the sun sinks. we In a few hours darkness will settle in, marking the end of a beautiful day, unmarred by the storms of early on.

    I'm in a coffee shop, killing time while I wait for my college daughter to complete her photo session. In what seems to be youthful enthusiasm, she is working toward a theater degree, with vague dreams of a career there. She's been in several plays, does a masterful job of...
  6. Goal end date: August 31, 2019

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    Sometimes when I write, I'll find pictures that prompt me to start thinking up storylines. When I saw the picture above, one of the main characters in my story came into existence. I haven't yet developed him to the depth of character that he is, but I am enjoying exploring what he might sound like in the character chat thread. At this point, I'm not exactly certain if he's friend or foe, I just know that he has an insatiable thirst for...
  7. Genesis

    I grew up as a kid wanting to write my own world and my own story, but as an adult I realized that the kid was only mimicking what he saw- destined only to create a sort of spin on a well-established idea. As an adult, I've always had trouble with trying to create something truly new.

    If there is one single being that holds the majority of my awe and respect, it is the creator of the Dark Souls franchise, Hidetaka Miyazaki. There is really no amount of description that could do it justice-...
  8. This morning's Epiphany

    I woke before my alarm (again) this morning, but stalled in getting out from under the snuggly duvet. (Me and my duvet are the best of friends, you know. :sleepy: )
    As I lay there in amongst the snuggliness, I thought of my efforts to talk to my mum. I then naturally wandered on from that to thoughts of my gran. For those of you who aren't aware, it was her and my uncle who meddled and called Social Services and gave them our address. I had considered that to be a monstrous act and a huge...
  9. Warden, can I please go to the bathroom?

    There's a a malicious entity inside my head. I can't say it's wrong, but it doesn't think I should be alive. Get past the melodrama, and the cringe inducing way that I write, and you'll probably agree it resides in you too. Whatever it is, it's stronger then me. That's the difference between me and you. Between me and the success story. I'm weak, unfit to be alive. Artificially kept breathing by modern luxuries. I'm destined to become that person you notice in passing, the one you couldn't...
  10. Aphelion Delta

    Some of the writing/detail is a bit of a repeat. I am continuing to write here, but am also migrating my writing to a more public blog.

    I wasn’t quite sure what to write here, but I wanted to diarize some of the details behind my novel ‘Aphelion Delta’.

    The book itself started with an idea about a mission to Proxima b in the Alpha Centauri quadrant. I had every intention of writing hard sci-fi, but I found myself floundering to keep the story afloat. The flame of inspiration...
  11. You Know...

    Will Hunting reminded me a lot about myself. All the things I tried to forget.

    "So this is that part where you tell me I have an attachment problem, right?"

    I wasn't sure if I should hand-write this to you, S.H., or if I should put this "anonymously" somewhere out there in the ether.

    You've likely long forgotten about me, but I wanted to thank you. Since you, I've never been as vulnerable. Maybe it's because the ultimatum you gave me was that if we didn't start seeing each other more...
  12. The meaning of life

    Why are we here?

    Humans have always asked this question. There is something about the hum-drum of everyday life that makes us ask what the purpose is. Is there some higher goal, a reason to keep getting up in the morning? Why must we inflict Mondays on ourselves again, and again, and again. Indeed, to get anything done in this world, we have to tolerate some level of pain. Physical exertion, thought, pain, failure. Even that which we enjoy most is sometimes laborious, and the...
  13. Summer's Passing

    Sitting here in the kitchen, window open on what will be a hot, maybe stormy day. Calm and tolerable for now anyway, gray sky, birds singing. Cardinal calling, robins trilling, chickadees twittering -- and the very cat-like mewing of a catbird stealing cherries. When I look out I see the bright red of the cherries surrounded by green leaves, a paler green lawn, some yellow flowers, pale gray sky, brown tree trunks and more green leaves. Coffee and a laptop, a bit of time on my hands....
  14. A Journey Through the Desert - a mirage

    I was reading a preview of a book on acedia, and in it I read that one's relationship with God - and / or perhaps it was Christianity as a whole - was much like a journey through the desert.

    I'm probably butchering it, but I found the general metaphor to be apt.

    It may be that God is happy that I said I would spite him. There was a time when I claimed to not believe in Him at all. One can choose not to believe in the existence of something, and one can spite something, but one cannot do...
  15. is it cheating?

    Is it fair to enter the best short story you ever wrote or even one you plagiarized, to contest with a prompt? That's my objection to the short stories that are posted not in response to the prompt. The prompt is supposed to be your starting point it prompts us to write this story. Reasonably, if I don't like the way the game is played. I just shouldn't play. Okay.
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