This is the beginning of three or four posts about the different pets our family has had over the years. Our first set of dogs ironically came from Elmar's family's dog. We were thinking about getting some puppies just after their dog had a litter. We checked them out, and like the little kids we … Continue reading Our Sandstorm- the Dogs
The Zwillings Part 6
In which we run. Dedicated to Chae. And at that, a miracle opened her eyes for the first time. The girl shifted in the bed, sitting up slowly. He eyes fluttered, and she looked around, yawning. She was actually very good looking, but the boy obviously didn't care. In seconds, he was pulling her off … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 6
The Zwillings Part 5
In which we are saved. Dedicated to the rebel of the group. They knew they were about to die. The boy looked around, assessing his battleground. Then he nodded at the room of scrambling lab coats and green tint. He raised his freckled arms, revealing two heavy assault rifles, black as wet obsidian. Then justice … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 5
Poems from the Back of My Head
I wrote these poems fast and when I was tired on purpose to see what I could conjure from the back of my head. Grammatically Inaccurate Truth If people would only be nicer, Then peace would spring up like a geyser Don't hate fella's colors More color's less duller! So gentlemen, just be more wiser … Continue reading Poems from the Back of My Head
The Zwillings, Chapter 1
The pittering and pattering of the harsh winter rain fell loudly on the dark alleyways of Atlanta, but the rain wasn’t the only sound that cold and windy night. The otherworldly hum of airborne machines scouring the area and the electric tap of dying streetlights bolstered the monotone drone of the downpour. All of these … Continue reading The Zwillings, Chapter 1
The Zwillings Part 4
In which the hope we have been waiting for arrives. A special section for those who have written, because I haven't. That switch may have very well changed the course of history as we know it. All was silent. Everyone was still. Every lab rat that they had found had died at this stage, and … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 4
Predator, Chapter 3: The Red Rouge.
Morning dawned and found Havirk and the dwarf walking the streets of Westwind, where Havirk found out more about the dwarf. His name was Stornami Greyhand, he had been an acrobat for 24 years, and he had been driven out of his home by shadow dragons. When they finished verbally abusing dragons, orcs, and monstrous … Continue reading Predator, Chapter 3: The Red Rouge.
Grandma’s Zillion Chips Chocolate-Drop Cookies
There it was again. Crawling slowly up the side of my brown carseat. It was very captivating, that ant. It never went in one direction, it always was scurrying around everywhere. That ant looked so innocent to my wondering two-year-old eyes. Suddenly, it disappeared from view over the side of the booster. Oh why do … Continue reading Grandma’s Zillion Chips Chocolate-Drop Cookies
Fake Stories from my childhood.
so, you might be wondering about the title. I got this idea from a Calvin and Hobbes strip, where Calvin writes an autobiography with some parts completely made up. I will be realizing these whenever a good idea strikes me. I grew up on a coyote farm in Mexico. I know that sounds weird, but … Continue reading Fake Stories from my childhood.
Predator, Chapter 2: Unexpected Visitors
note: I am writing this all on libreoffice, then copy-pasting Havirk walked home with the other slaves. They all slept in a small hall on the west side of town, all crammed together into about fifty square meters. He grabbed one of the sweat-scented mats and went to the end of the hall, as far … Continue reading Predator, Chapter 2: Unexpected Visitors
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