For some reason I had an idea about reading a want ad where you had to go to April 6, 1971 to answer. I Googled April 6, 1971, and this story appeared out of nowhere….
It started when I was looking through a want ads page from a very Alternative paper, The Random Times. I found all of the typical things, of course. There were the hilarious, such as “Clairvoyant wanted. But you knew that, right?” No name or address or number given. Others were chilling. How about this? “Are willing to do anything? No qualms or regrets? Sent to P. O. Box” No need to fill in the rest.
I had The Rite of Spring playing very loudly as I read. It made a great accompaniment to the words. The rhythms. Those big chords. It was fitting.
I was about to give up with a laugh when one ad caught my eye. “Prominent Time Travel Company looking for Time System Engineer. Apply (address deleted by editor) between 1 PM and 3 PM on April 6, 1971.”
I searched the date. In the music I was listening to, the sacrifice was being danced to death. And then I saw it. April 6, 1971, the day Stravinsky died.
The music ended and The Firebird came on.
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Last week I wrote a post about formatting and reformatting my new book, Embers. Over the last few days I decided to reformat The Halley Branch as well. With Embers as a model, it wasn’t difficult, though it was time consuming. Also, since there is no Table of Contents there was a lot less to worry about. So it is done and posted! Leafing through, it looked much better.
I may go back and do The Fireborn and Seasons of Imagination as well. There are problems with doing this, which I won’t get into today, but it is a possibility.
For now, though, The Halley Branch does look much better!
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Photo by Sue Vincent
This is now the 22nd chapter of “Of Wind and Wings”. See the table of contents here.
Note – I posted two chapters that did not follow one of Sue’s prompts. here is a brief overview in case you don’t have time or inclination to read them (or you can skip to today’s chapter):
Chapter 20 Gossenmare Park – Ed and Liza explore Gossenmare Park. Ed discovers that it is Liza’s ancestral home. She also tells him a secret, that Lauren was not her husband’s child.
Chapter 21 Descending on Wings – Ed dreams of a Gossenmare Park that is like new, but with all of the eras superimposed. It goes away leaving only the tower with Lauren singing to him. He tries to enter, but is stopped by Liza. He wakes up to see a memory of Liza’s mother comforting the young Lauren.
“Are you ready?” Ed asked the back of The Grubb’s head. “Onward, ho! Let’s explore.”
The Grubb didn’t say anything, just shook his head.
Ed took in the view again. He had to admit that the more mountainous region had a certain rugged beauty, but he was ready to go more than 30 feet from the road.
They had eaten lunch at the Grubb household. It was a giant meal, which Ed felt he didn’t need after Liza’s big breakfast. But it was delicious. And Mrs. Grubb was delightful. She was witty and knew all of the local people and places. Mr. Brown seemed particularly close, and she told Ed all about him. Continue reading
PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller
A storm rose over the bluff, thunder rolling across the valley. A meteor raced down the track.
When it reached me, it was naught but a gust of wind and smoke.
A human scarecrow emerged from the steam. Ragged clothes draped the ruined frame.
“Damn,” he said. “I thought I would catch it and get out of this two-bit town. Some tumble I took, though. Saw those steel wheels a-comin’ at me and thought I was done-fer.”
“Harry?” The man seemed surprised I knew him.
“You died 85 years ago. Go home.”
So ended the legend of Sleepy Junction.
Word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dawn M. Miller. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.
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I cannot escape you if i try
Roaming farther in the morning
Very close now it is noon
A ghost in broad daylight
Fair weather friend
Smiles in light
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week was a “free week” where we could choose our own words. My two words were “spirit” and… guess ;) This week I decided to try a nonet.
The photo obviously has nothing to do with the poem, but ;) WP is not letting me look at my photos – I can only see the last handful.
Today is the day! My book of short stories, Embers, is now officially released!
If you live somewhere else, you can try searching on your local Amazon.
Meeting at that corner of time where day and night become one, where dreams and reality mix, let’s stir the coals of that fire called ‘imagination’ to discover an eclectic mix of short stories. Each story is a bit of frozen flame, an ember, that can flare up in your mind.
These embers form a collection of “tales that cover a wide range of genres, moods, and characters, from heartbreaking and heartwarming trials of love and family to thought-provoking journeys into the future. Most importantly, the stories are peopled with richly-drawn characters gifted with unique voices, emotional depth, and the power to capture the imagination. They’re stories that will stick.” – Author D. Wallace Peach
So whether you only have time to warm yourself with a very short work of flash, or you want to get cozy and lost in a novella, there is a story, an ember, in here for you.
This might seem like an odd smile at first, so stick with it to the end :)
Both of my parents had the flu in April. It was bad. When I saw them in August they were still not completely recovered and tired far easier than they had the year before. In early October they were closer to their old selves. It took a while!
A little over a week ago they became sick again. Last Sunday my mom rushed my dad to the hospital. He was running a very high fever and was very dehydrated. When they tested the discovered that he did not have “the flu”, he had two different strains of flu at the same time! They kept him over night.
I talked to him a few minutes on Friday and he sounded really good. Last night he was even better. As was my mom, who didn’t have it nearly as bad as he did. They both said that despite the scare of last Sunday, they were not as sick as they were in the spring. No where even close to that sick. Continue reading
I hope you all had a great week last week! It was another good week for smiling! Here are some of the posts that I saw come through last week:
Nut House Central
Gary A Wilson Stories on a Dime
Ruth Blogs Here
Serendipity – Seeking Intelligent Life on Earth
Piglet in Portugal
Penny Wilson Writes
Lady Lee Manila
Wasted Days and Wasted Nights
The Shower of Blessings
There were a couple of quick smiles with no blog posts: RobertaWrites(a bunch of numbers) smiled about a chocolate house she made. FakeFlemenco smiled at friends’ conversation at Thanksgiving dinner.
A lot of great smiles there. I hope you enjoyed last week’s Smiles! I’m sorry if I am a little behind this week. This week will be posted soon.
Note – I might have missed you – please let me know and I will update the list!
This is now the 21st chapter of “Of Wind and Wings”. See the table of contents here.
Ed was looking down at Gossenmare Park from 200 feet up in the air. To his surprise, it was all new. Every building newly built, every stone new dressed and stood in place. Every bit of earthwork freshly completed.
But how could that be? Different structures were from different time periods.
But they were all there, sometimes superimposed on each other. Different eras mashed up together. And there were people from all of those eras. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Perhaps even thousands.
Some of the people were little more than shadows. Others were strong visually, but not really “all there”, like memories. Others were almost solid and, he was sure, were totally cognizant, like living people in the present, but not currently alive. These interacted with each other, even with different “ghosts” from different ages of the world. Continue reading