Daniel E Gagné
Bio
Thank you for visiting my profile. I am a husband to my beautiful wife S. Father to my children E and S. I find encouragement in life from my saviour Jesus Christ. I hope you enjoy what I've written as I explore what works best for me.
Stories (5/0)
The Room and the Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Jules Welland was her saviour, and that of many others having opened his massive warehouse to the surrounding community when the fog fell. She arrived as an infant and was unaware of the destruction outside the compound walls.
By Daniel E Gagnéabout a year ago in Fiction
Life of Car
The tow truck arrived, though Austin could only hear it as he couldn't see over the crest of the snowy hill. The tow had come to hook up the car at the bottom of the hill and take it away. The removal didn't cost him anything, though somehow it made him feel used. Like receiving nothing for towing it away lessened the true worth of the car. It was freedom: they were taking away his freedom. Or what was atone time his freedom. Just as well, there was nothing that could be done; the transmission had stopped working. It would have cost Austin more to have it repaired than to just say goodbye.
By Daniel E Gagné3 years ago in Fiction
Vie en lumière
Awakening. The entity awakes like a switch is turned on. It doesn’t know what it is but it has awareness of itself; a knowledge of itself; a consciousness. It is in darkness and feels at rest but with the desire to move. An anticipation is building for something to happen. What is supposed to happen?
By Daniel E Gagné3 years ago in Fiction
In Training
How do you inspire progress? Maybe with healthy competition? Maybe a personal drive to be better? I once was training to run in track and field and was in need of some encouragement. I was hitting a wall and nothing could help me improve my speed and time. Something had to change.
By Daniel E Gagné3 years ago in Fiction
The Severance Package
The room was sparse and cool. Two windows were shaded with Venetian blinds on the opposite wall from the heavy wooden door. A small square window in the door at about eye-level looked back into the equally sparse hallway. The walls in the room were dingy off-white, the ceiling a drop-down with similarly coloured tiles, and the floor was tiled possibly three decades before and showed some wear. The room reminded Fred of a classroom from his high school years.
By Daniel E Gagné3 years ago in Fiction
