Andrew C McDonald
Bio
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Stories (298/0)
W.I.P.
Where in the LEPERs is Carmen Wilson? I am excited about the new project I am working on. This novel is a sci-fi action thriller with superhero mythos. Set in 2069, it centers around the telekinetic fourteen year old daughter of a disgraced superhero once known as Marauder. In the fictional town of Transition City, Tennessee there is more afoot than meets the eye.
By Andrew C McDonald5 months ago in Fiction
A Torch In the Night
I walked in shadow You lit a torch in my night Darkness no longer ************************************** A haiku about someone lost, alone, wandering in darkness until that brought out of the shadows by that bright soul who saw them for true.
By Andrew C McDonald5 months ago in Poets
Perilous Pauline
Setting my books on the desk I dropped into a seat. Not in the very back of the room; too obvious. How do those students in the very back not know the back row is generally known to be trying to be invisible which, naturally, accomplishes the reverse? Nope. Two rows up with five more in front of me. Neutral territory. Hopefully it would keep the teacher from paying me much mind. College so far hadn’t been all I had hoped, and this class was just to fill a requirement.
By Andrew C McDonald5 months ago in Fiction
Just a Night at the Bar
******************************************************************** As inspired by Jim Croce’s classic song about the town bad ass getting his butt handed to him at a bar due to messing with the wrong girl. The story is different in why it happened, but the sentiment is there.
By Andrew C McDonald5 months ago in Poets
Purpose
I've seen a lot of posts lately about the meaning of life; the reasons for death. Mankind has wondered about his place in the universal scheme, his purpose for being, since the first time a caveman truly realized his existence was finite.... destined to end. All things are finite. Every tree eventually withers and dies. Even mountains crumble to dust over the eons. The very universe itself will eventually contract onto itself in order to make room for something new. Humanities edifices, social systems, beliefs, and many accomplishments shall most likely be long returned to the stardust from which we came long before then.
By Andrew C McDonald5 months ago in Humans