The mayor’s tongue spills words like boiling water and only vowels can be heard from this distance [Read more…] about Parade
An undulating white sheet that lined the landscape.
The pattering of snow like angels feet on the bitter cold concrete. John. 27. A mechanical engineer. Recently single and now rather cold as he regretted his decision to leave his jacket at his girlfriend’s house. No. Ex-girlfriend, now.
By Angela O'Malley
Janet was the girl who always had a hair out of place, something hanging out of her nose, or said the wrong thing without meaning to. She’s the one whose cell phone rings during a eulogy, playing heavy metal, or has a sneezing fit during a wedding ceremony. Being voted most popular would never be her destiny, and she knew it.
Her attractiveness changed with age to a well-preserved look. Over the years, her goodness never came back to her and a second chance didn’t seem imminent. But within the isolated world she lived, Janet developed a sense of self and knew who she was. Living an upside down existence didn’t bother her because, for Janet, it was right side up.
By Eddie D. Moore
Dian parked the Jeep and double checked the GPS. The animal he was looking for was close. He picked up the NRLH, Neural Receiving and Linking Helmet, and checked to ensure that it was synced to the app on his phone. Dian’s passion was wildlife, and he loved being able to feel what the animals felt. He hated the fact that the animals had to be captured and implanted with a neural transmitter for people to have this opportunity, but surely, more people would show the animals compassion knowing that they were feeling creatures.
Last year a similar helmet allowed him to feel what it was like for a mountain goat to climb and descend steep cliffs. They were sure-footed and confident, but they also held a healthy fear of falling. The trip was life changing, and Dian decided to spend this year’s entire two-week vacation at the Hwange National Park in Zimbabwe.
By Doug Ramspeck
At first she didn’t believe she truly minded. It wasn’t like she was ever in any danger. It wasn’t like the things that were taken were that important.
Yes, the 42-inch television had been a wedding gift from her mother. Surprisingly generous, given that they’d gone before the Justice of the Peace, inviting no one, both of them only nineteen. But it was a used television her mother had kept in her basement, gathering dust, and the cable bill in any case was more than they could afford, given the slow business at the construction firm where Derek worked as a part-time carpenter.
By Richard Pearse
The state trooper pulled me over and said, “Do you accept Jesus as your personal savior?”
I said, “Look, Officer, my wife’s having a breakdown. I’ve got to get home fast. Give me a break.”
“You were speeding. Jesus gave His life for you—think about that. License and registration.”
I handed them over.