|Posted on March 24, 2011 at 6:51 PM||comments (1)|
There's been some talk in the forum about story ideas, ones we'd love to write but won't or ones we want to see what other people's takes are. Anyway, this is the latter and is my attempt at the shoot a child/let a plane blow up dilema I proposed.
I hope you like it and some of you write your own version.
“It’s quite simple, Jason,” Wal...Read Full Post »
|Posted on March 18, 2011 at 12:25 AM||comments (1)|
The sky was darkening, everyone knew that we may not make it through this one, but still everyone kept their hopes up, for the ones who were unable to fight back. Nothing could prepare us for the horror that we witnessed, the shadowy figures who were unphased by the artillery that we rained down upon them. The reports that came in were scattered, hopeful at first some men stated that they could be taken down with some sort of melee weapon. Ot...
|Posted on March 5, 2011 at 1:04 AM||comments (3)|
Author: Jessie Masoner
This is a prelude and a rough draft, very rough.
At first nobody knew what was going on, all we knew was, something bad was going to happen. Something bad, what an understatement first the sky darkened, such darkness it wasn't normal we could all feel it around us, the darkness was literally alive around us forming its own presence. We were unable to see each other, our faces were blurred from th...
|Posted on January 11, 2011 at 6:13 PM||comments (0)|
.....and waves of unfiltered grain, with free bubbles for the children, a choice of donated organs, free of combat wounds, tattoos, piercings, and flu shots for all, (note that some restrictions may apply, or if you are pregnant, thinking of becoming pregnant, or thinking of getting someone pregnant, do not take orally, or apply to those non-solar exposed areas, rebates and registration fees, taxes, and photos may be required), unlimited shouting from any elevation above 1,000 feet, without a...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 14, 2010 at 2:43 PM||comments (5)|
Timmy and Sally lived in a nice comfy house by a big roaring river. Their Mommy and Daddy loved them very much and life was good.
One fine winter day after school, Timmy and Sally were outside making a snowman. Their Mommy had bundled them up in nice warm clothes and boots and mittens ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 13, 2010 at 6:51 PM||comments (0)|
The rain was starting now. It had been fine all morning but just when it looked as though she would make it through the day without crying, it seemed as though someone up there was sending out a message that it was all right to grieve publicly.
Jane’s eyes filled up and slowly the tears cascaded down both cheeks and dripped almost apologetically on...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 13, 2010 at 6:40 PM||comments (0)|
The Car Park
Pauline Jarvis, her shopping trolley full of tins, bottles and packets, joined the checkout queue and waited. It was going to be a long wait too. There were half a dozen people in front of her, each of them pushing a fully laden trolley. At the end of the line, a harassed-looking checkout girl sat, adding up purchases on a new-fangled computer terminal. Pauline puffed, and cursed...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 6, 2010 at 4:22 PM||comments (0)|
On a soft pre-election evening in April 2010, a young woman turned the corner and walked briskly into Sculptures Close. She wore a dark grey suit with matching jacket and knee-length skirt, the narrow party tie worn smartly, the knot tight against the collar of her freshly pressed white shirt. Her hair was strawberry blonde and tied back in a long ponytail. Her skin tone wa...Read Full Post »
|Posted on October 22, 2010 at 6:17 PM||comments (3)|
Liquid ambrosia entered through the time-worn pusshole, filling the tunnels with fluid dreams. Surging heat flowed along useless tissue, while bubbles blipped and blurped from the dying synapses last spark.
|Posted on October 22, 2010 at 2:42 AM||comments (5)|
Author's Note: this is the third and final installment of this trilogy, and a brand-new work, exclusive to My Emerald Dragon dot com
I was sprawled on the tar roof of the warehouse on my belly, squinting down the sights of the rifle with my one eye. I lined up one lurching, drooling target...Read Full Post »