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Copper #writephoto

copper

Photo by Sue Vincent

The doorframe splintered around me as soon as I walked outside. Bullet holes appeared on the siding of the house in front of me and behind me while I walked to the drive. I just wasn’t in the mood. I turned and gave the finger to the sniper on the Karlsberg’s roof.

“I saw that, young man.”

I turned and waved. “Hi, Mr. Smith. What did you see?”

“Don’t play with me, I saw you flip the bird. I’m not sure who you were giving that one finger salute to, but your parents will hear about it.”

I put on my best “I’m totally confused” face and turned around.

“There’s nobody around, so why would I flip anyone off?  Oh, I get it. I did a fist pump because of how beautiful the day is and how great it is to be out in it. Did you think I stuck my middle finger up when I did that? I’m sorry.”

Mr. Smith stared at me for a minute and then started to rake his leaves again. I could hear him grumbling to himself as I walked by. Continue reading

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Murmur #writephoto

murmuration

Photo by Sue Vincent

The people murmured as a new star appeared in the daylight sky. It grew brighter and larger. And grew. And grew.

Not a star, but a gargantuan ship from a people far away.

An alien invasion!

The monstrous craft descended, slowly growing larger, filling the sky. Lightning bolts of energy crackled from the underside, destroying all below. The sky glowed red and orange as the cities turned to a burning plasma! Continue reading

Bright – #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is a story based on the Seasons of Imagination cycle of stories plus the several later stories in the series.

I was awakened by a bright, blinding light.  A strange, off-key hum filled the air.  Was my spaceship damaged?

I sat up.

Queen Shimá, humming up a storm, turned from the window.  She had just opened the curtains, allowing my archenemy, the starry Sol, to send his death beams into my room!

“Good morning, sleepyhead.  You finally awake?”

“What time is it?” I asked.  I yawned.

“It’s pretty late, Sweetie, almost 8.”

8?  8AM?  That was early! Was I going to be sent to the uranium mines on Pluto, aka, the John Adams Elementary School, JAES, pronounced “Jazz”, after all?  But it was Saturday!

“I’ve done two loads of your laundry while you slept in,” Queen Shimá said. She pointed to a laundry basket. “You need to put them away.  And please fold them this time, and don’t just shove them in your drawers, OK?”

“Sure, Mom,” I said.  I’d say anything to appease the evil Queen, but I was not going to do her nefarious bidding!  Fold the clothes indeed, as if I were servant.  I mean, it was just Wednesday night that she made me take the trash out! Continue reading

Imagination – Take 2, The Story

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Photo by Sue Vincent

The buildings rose two or three floors around, grey and brown, mostly aged brick and sandstone, though some of the older buildings showed signs that the neighborhood once had a little more opulence, with local marbles showing here and there, though there was even more crumbling concrete mixed in, concrete that mirrored the broken sidewalks.

Barry noticed Trish draw a little closer, he was sure unconsciously for there was nothing threatening, the streets and sidewalks were remarkably clean and the few people they saw looked fine, but it seemed that just the neighborhood itself made her more than a little uncomfortable.

“Why did you insist on coming out to this neighborhood?  We’re in town to visit my family, not to visit every decrepit spot in town.”

“This is were Rodrigues used to live and work.  Before the Transborgs got him.”

Trish turned towards him with her oddly passive face. Continue reading

Imagination, Part 1 – A Tribute #writephoto

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Photo by Sue Vincent

Picture yourself on a boat on a river. When out of the psychedelic landscape, she calls you quite softly, you answer quite slowly, misunderstanding all you see as you are taken to Strawberry fields to pour paint on the piano.  She said, she said that tomorrow never knows. Goo goo g’joob.

Imagine that war is over and peace has been given a chance.  Imagine, if you can, living lives in peace.  Imagine.

Well, we all shine on.  Better get yourself together, darling, join the human race, as you make your way across the Universe.  And we are all together – Imagine a brotherhood of man.  Continue reading

Looking for Something to Read ;)

It’s a been a while since I’ve done a post about my short story collection Season of Imagination.  I know, I know, people really don’t go for books of short story written by unknown authors.  But, sometimes it’s nice to read fiction and know you don’t have to commit days to it.  Here is a bit about it, for those who don’t know:

Trent P. McDonald’s Seasons of Imagination contains an eclectic mix of stories covering many places, times and even different genre, yet they all hold one thing in common, they are all about people.

Be they silly, serious or speculative, all of the stories are about us.  What makes us tick?  Why do we say the things we do?  Why do we react as we do?

So whether it seems the stories are exploring outer or inner space, in reality they’re always exploring the human space.

Here is an invitation to open the page and come with me to explore the

Seasons of Imagination Continue reading

Different Times and Places!

Magic Wand 3 (color)

“Space and Time will be my toys and I’ll create whole worlds and universes.  I’ll visit dinosaurs and slay dragons, travel to the stars and serenade princesses.” (excerpt from my illustrated short story, The Magic Wand –  B&W versioncolor version)

Let me take you away, through time and space.  I’ll wave that magic wand and create a universe for you.   I have already created quite few – see here for some examples!

Today on Valentine’s Day I am paying tribute to my love for writing and the imagination :)

 

2016 in a Plastic Brain

Trent - Computer Paint

OK, we are a month into 2016.  Time to be honest – when was the last time you accidentally used “2015”?  Funny thing.  For me the answer is infinite since I moved to 2016 on January 1.  And I changed to 2015 on Jan 1 of last year.  What is so amazing is that before 2015 it usually took me at least two months to get the year correct.  Sometimes by the time I finally got the year figured out, the next year had begun.  But for some reason my brain changed so this year thing isn’t a problem.

Over the years I’ve continued to learn new things, see old things in a totally different way, lose habits and gain habits.  My brain has changed, and despite my age, not always for the worse.  Sometimes, like with that year thing, it is for the better.   At work I’ve had to learn new things lately and I’ve usually succeeded in such a way that the system experts don’t realize i just picked it up, sometimes even making comments to me about others’ grasp of the subject.  I’ve always been a quick study, so that’s not new, but it shows that, yes, you can teach an old dog new tricks. Continue reading

A Smile a Day – Day 7 – Genius

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When I was a kid I was fascinated by Albert Einstein. By 12 I was reading simplified versions of his science. By 15 I was reading his philosophy. As a young adult adult I went through his most well-known theories line by line to ensure that I understood them. As an older adult I have gone back to his Humanism and philosophy.

Einstein was not only a genius in seeing the universe with his curved space physics, he was a genius at seeing the universe as a place for compassion. There are large books full of his writings on humanism and compassion. Here are a few quotes for you to ponder: Continue reading

Dabbler, Hobbyist, Amateur or Pro (Again)

Dabble - Sketch by Trent P McDonald

(Note – This was originally posted on January 15, 2014 and has been reposted twice before.  Yes, it is an old standby, but I like it ;)  I’m sorry if you’ve read it too many times.  If you haven’t read it before, I hope you enjoy!)

I’ve participated in many of the arts and have had formal instruction in a few.  I’ll admit that I’ve discovered a problem with trying to be a Jack of All Artistic Trades: it’s very easy to fall into the trap of Being a Master at None. Continue reading