Chris Cummings
Bio
I have lived in 3 different countries and travelled the world, and what I have discovered is that people are pretty much the same the world over. We all want to belong, to help others and to be loved. I write to feel those things, Enjoy!
Stories (3/0)
Becky
My sister called the new dog Rebecca and insisted we all do so as well. It was a stupid name for this ball of fluff that was a part border collie and part ?? We compromised and gave her the name Becky. It turned out that the other part was Doberman and it seemed that she got the best of both breeds rather than the worst. Becky was our faithful companion until the age of 16 when her old body could cope no more.
By Chris Cummings2 years ago in Petlife
The Wheel
Here and Now. The owl flew through the barn’s open hoist window and landed on a roof beam. Ruffling its feathers, it looked down on what had drawn its attention. There in the straw below lay an older man, struggling to breathe. He showed all the classic symptoms of bronchitis and was too wasted and malnourished to overcome the infection. As he breathed his last, the owl looked around the barn and hoped that the mice he knew lived here would venture out to be his dinner. Knowing the owl was there, the mice were too smart to do that and remained curled up safe and warm in their nests.
By Chris Cummings2 years ago in Fiction
The Lucky Leprechaun
Prologue The Lucky Leprechaun was an asteroid miner that worked the Kuiper Asteroid Belt. Seamus O'Shaughnessy, the Captain, was also the only crewman aboard, part-owner with his parents, who had retired to Mars. It wasn't always this way; legend had it that Seamus' great grandfather had won the Lep in a decidedly dodgy poker game over 100 years ago. Back then, she needed a crew of 12 to keep everything going. Not anymore, now it was all computers and robots. Seamus spent most of his time checking up on processes that ran perfectly fine without him.
By Chris Cummings2 years ago in Fiction