Craig Rose
Bio
Creativity. It's a gift - to work to cause something to exist that wasn't there before. It's a gift and a joy. Whether writing, or music, storytelling or teaching, it is all tremendously satisfying. Allow me to share with you.
Stories (6/0)
SOUND
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So how did we all just hear one? The Mint was deep in Fannian Space, cloaked and slowly approaching the third moon of Yoka. Somewhere out there, something big, screamed so loud that we all heard it … here … from within the ship.
By Craig Rose2 years ago in Fiction
A Dimension Unexplainable
I remember … Morning sunlight coming through our living room windows, forest green, gold and black design curtains drawn, thin white draperies still in place to maintain privacy. Our four bedroom home is in Pennsylvania, near Pittsburgh. Mom and Dad are over by Dad’s desk in the large open living room connected to our dining room and then kitchen. Mom is standing behind him, wearing shorts and a top, her hand on his bare shoulder. Dad is sitting in his desk chair in his briefs, no shirt, bare feet. The living room is clean, lived in, comfortable. I know my niece is asleep upstairs, and Kolohe (our dog) and Ace (our cat) are probably with her. My sisters are far away, one in Hawaii with her husband and family, and the other, my niece’s mother, is currently on the west coast flying for Delta. It’s Sunday morning. I’m awake, having gone to the restroom, and for some reason I’ve popped myself out of my room to see my parents. I can’t remember why. I do remember the sureness of love. It is strong and deep.
By Craig Rose2 years ago in Families
THUB
THUB Mychal blew into the receptor tube ashamed, yet driven with anticipation. His lanky body was quickly decelerated to ped-speed while simultaneously, Out-Phase Gravity-Claws (OPGC) moved him from tube to ground. He stumbled as his feet touched surface, catching his balance against the tube. With a clumsy gait, Mychal stepped forward through the containment doors and pushed out into the THUB.
By Craig Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Parpetter
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For the sake of everything good, there used to be people! Now though, the people were gone, the dragons were here, and all the beauty of the valley had been changed to fire, smoke and ash. The dragons destroyed everything including the butterflies, which had simply dissolved. Parpetter loved those butterflies, although he wasn’t really sure what the butter had to do with it. Parpetter hated flies, but he loved butterflies. It was confusing, but he guessed, “Probably cause of the butter.”
By Craig Rose2 years ago in Fiction