Antonella Di Minni
Stories (22/0)
Mary Gold
In a neighborhood of nice houses, Mary Archer’s home was the “nicest.” The gabled structure had a large lemonade porch, complete with two rocking chairs. The shingles were scalloped and the building was painted a pleasant pale yellow. A paver driveway led to a tastefully hidden garage toward the rear of the property. A brick walkway brought visitors to the white stairs leading to the porch. Pretty azalea bushes fronted the porch and a lovely willow tree shaded the property with gently swaying branches. The single most striking feature of the home, however, were the stunning beds of marigolds that lined the entire walkway. The bright yellow of the blooms beautifully complimented the rest of the house’s features, making the home look like something you would see on the cover of a magazine.
By Antonella Di Minni3 years ago in Fiction
Infinity's Juice Box
My name is Dr. Tricia Harper and I’m a professor of theoretical physics at Princeton University. I have written many scholarly papers and several text books. I like to think of myself as a serious scientist, but to the world I am often called the Time Travel Lady.
By Antonella Di Minni3 years ago in Fiction
The Luck of Private Riley
PFC Andrew Riley hid along the tree line, about 200 yards from the barn. He had no idea where he was. The C-47 that had flown him and his company over the Channel had run into some serious flak as they approached the drop zone. Their pilot couldn’t get down to 700 feet, so they jumped from well above the expected altitude. All the parachutes and men were scattered around Cherbourg like dandelions in the wind. Riley found himself drifting away from his company as he came down. He fell through a tree that shredded his parachute on the way down and hit the ground hard enough that he suspected his ankle was broken. He was lucky to be alive, but being alone and lost behind enemy lines, Riley was pretty scared.
By Antonella Di Minni3 years ago in Fiction
Mama's Magic Purse
Gina and her twin brother Charlie believed that their mama had a magic purse. They didn’t know where she got it or exactly how it worked, but the twins were convinced that the only answer was magic. No matter what they needed when they were out somewhere with Mama, she would always find it in her purse.
By Antonella Di Minni3 years ago in Families
Dystopia Now
Sarah Williams dug a spoon into the can of beans. She held the spoon over a candle for a few seconds before putting it into her mouth. The beans were only slightly warm, but it was still a treat to have something that wasn’t completely cold. The temperature in her home had hovered around 40 degrees for three days now with no sign that it would change soon.
By Antonella Di Minni3 years ago in Fiction
Open Heart and Empty Heads
You know what I hate about living in a post-apocalyptic world? Most people would say it’s the zombies, but personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. First, zombies are really slow and they’re always moaning, so it’s not like they can sneak up on you. Second, one bullet in the head and they’re down. As long as you don’t panic and do something stupid like tripping when you’re running away, zombies aren’t so bad. They’re definitely not as bad as those motorcycle gangs in bondage outfits that are always looking for “juice” for their vehicles. If the dopes didn’t spend so much time driving around, they wouldn’t need so much “juice”. But again, they mostly have little crossbows, so as long as you’re armed, not much of a problem. Actually, last time I saw some of them I said they could find “juice” in an area that I knew had zombies. I figure, two birds with one stone.
By Antonella Di Minni3 years ago in Fiction
Queens and Drones
Once we accepted that virtually all problems throughout history were caused by a necessary evil, we understood that we must maintain the necessary part, but eliminate the evil. That is why men will only be sustained for procreation. After that, they serve no useful purpose and must be eliminated. Only by doing this can we create a society that works together for the good of everyone. --The Book of the First Queens
By Antonella Di Minni3 years ago in Fiction