The Clear Stream of Reason

What can you do with a writing prompt? Almost anything. Consider this short passage from Rabindranath Tagore, “Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into dreary desert sand of dead habit” You could go somewhere with “reason,” “dreary desert,” “dead habit,” or more–especially if you examine the entire poem. Here’s a […]

Derek’s Dominoes

An experiment–writing a story starting with a technique D.G. Kaye calls “trainstorming” on her blog. I have combined that with a short item I had crafted from the writers group that I belong to. Sort of as an introduction.  Growth is measured by straying from the comfort zone–into untried and unknown. Unknown could be scary […]

The Control Group

Another piece of a WIP–likely to be included among other short pieces about a colony. In the zone, they kept to themselves, unaware but safe from the turmoil elsewhere in the colony. They were the control group, maintaining the history and the culture of the settlers as of their arrival. The monitors remained in orbit, […]

Death Deferred

Death crept on soft slippers  through the empty house. Soundlessly, he went from room to room, upstairs and down. He found no living beings. He checked the roster one more time to be sure. The list said she’d be here. Eleven PM, Sunday, December 14. The scheduler screwed up again, no one home–especially the departee. […]

Dog is My Copilot

Dog is My Copilot Sure enough, a hairy beast matching the bumper sticker sat in the passenger seat. It might have been a wolf but for the goofy grin it gave Wilson as he passed on the right, turning onto the road heading out-of-town. Soon he’d be in the company of real wolves, albeit unnatural ones. The […]

The Time of Your Life

They promised a vision of your life, from childhood through your current age. You’ve already lived it, why get the condensed VR version? Because they said they could change some things, beginning with the year of your birth. Instead of being born in 1980, for example, they could make your birth year 1970. Your parents, […]

A Mirrored Palm

The start of something new. Mary checked the face appearing in her palm before entering the room. Appearance is a cultural imperative on Drath. Even more so when meeting those of a higher caste. Silica, a major component of sand, is common and abundant—on earth. One might expect this to be so on most other […]

Kafka on the Shore

I’ve never read any of Murakami’s work–which this short piece will demonstrate. It comes just from the title, an excerpt from which was a writing prompt. I am breaking my rule, just a bit, throwing in a little politics here. I hope you won’t mind too much. It is still a fictional fancy. We’ve never […]

The Light Breather

A tiny bit of speculative fiction. This from a writing prompt that no one in Gila Writers Group could understand, myself included. But the title of the poem served. I think the two sentences will go well with a previous post, The Music Catchers. Tell me if you agree. The light breather inhaled the life-giving photons, filling its spirit in the […]

The Old Salt

The old salt came through the tunnel into darkening skies of a setting sun. He had spent a night and a day fasting in the ancient cave. Once, hundreds of years before, the ocean filled the passage. He offered a prophecy that augured its return and more. “The sea will rise and swallow this village. No […]