Dennis Humphreys
Stories (96/0)
The Planet Epenthet
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Twenty-four days after their stop over at the planet Risus for supplies they ran into trouble. The two astronauts where on an exploratory mission for their mining company in this quadrant of the galaxy. They were looking for precious metals and a mineral called diopolite, which was rare but non-expendable energy source various worlds were using. They tested planets, planetoids, moons and asteroids in their efforts. They'd do chromograph testing first. If it looked good, they would send robots to the surface to do the drilling ansd tests.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
The Procreation Act of 2035
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Most years come and go uneventfully, but this one was different. Maybe it was because the people holding out, believing their leaders, finally had a huge awakening. It was no longer their government watching over their rights to choose, but a quasi-industrial governing force that told them what to do. When there was opposition to their intent, they cried conspiratorialists... or the people were not capable of understanding it was for their welfare. Unfortunately, when you have a society that becomes lazy and refuses to look for the answers directly, or depend on their information from others and the media, and worse yet listen to it, you're fucked.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Filthy
Stop the Sinking
by: Dennis R. Humphreys His name was Spencer Bulova. People knew him as Spence his entire life. I knew him as Pappy. He was my grandfather. His wife, Grandma Liz died when he was in his forties and he never remarried. He ended up moving in with us when he was seventy because he wouldn't take care of himself, not that was incapable, but he seemed to have issues... guilt issues where he seemed to be practicing some kind of self-flagellation for something he had done in the past. I would sit with him in the evenings and he would tell me stories... some were fictional some were real, about his life growing up. I preferred sitting and listening to him rather than television, my smart phone, or playing electronic games. I guess it was the way it stirred my imagination. Games and the like came and went. The stories he imparted kept me thinking long after going to bed until I fell asleep. As an adult, I still think of those stories. That's why when people have asked me over the years what was the highlight of my life... I told them it was when I was younger, at the end of the day.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
The Magpie and the Peacock
by: Dennis R. Humphreys (an allegory) The magpie and the peacock, on occasion, ran into each other. They weren't friends, but often they would get into discussions that lasted all day long, giving you the impression they were. They had one discussion that constantly turned into an argument leaving each of them angered at the other.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Potent
A Shot from the Past
by: Dennis R. Humphreys (the Dream Writer) Bradley Thomas was a hunter, ever since he was thirteen, and his father took him hunting the first time. He was bitten by the bug that first day, and it's all he did was breathe for that day in the season when hunting began. His love was archery. There was nothing like it. Getting up early before sunrise and getting out into the cold to take your prey was just the preface to something tantamount to going to church.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Confessions
Big Bug Little Bug
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Some Are All Show and No Go (an allegory) Once there were two bugs who lived close to each other. One had built a large hole in the ground because he was very large and would come out the same time every morning as his neighbor did. His neighbor, who was a fourth of the other bug's size would marvel at all the colors his large neighbor exhibited, while he himself was just a dark gray.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Motivation
The Portal Potty
by: Dennis R. Humphreys (the Dream Writer) The high country desert in northern Nevada is a beautiful place. It is desolate, and it does command getting used to. I frankly, don't see how the cowboys did it back in the time there were cattle drives to send the beef back east. Temperatures in the winter drop to ten degrees with day times reaching as high as seventy, while summer temps can go from the fifties at night to one hundred twenty degrees. Sleeping on the ground, and then working in the saddle took more than the desire for the little pay they got each month. It took an independent heart and the desire to be your own person.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of Freedom
by: Dennis R. Humphreys In a not-too-distant land, not that far away lies, a small country. It isn't distant from anywhere in the world, because it lies within the hearts of every freedom loving person that breathes. It isn't even far into the future. It is a small country, that until recently was left to their freedom because there wasn't anything anyone wanted from them... to live their lives as they saw fit for themselves, their families, and their fellow countrymen. Then unfortunately, one day, a key substance used in time travel was discovered. It was the only undiscovered natural resource the country had until now, and it put the country in the news. Tachyonite was the crystal... a beautiful nine sided, pale green crystal, too small to cut for jewelry and too soft for industrial uses, but it's properties were such, that it answered the need of scientists developing time travel. Overnight, this crystal of no important value when it was discovered four years ago, became invaluable.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Earth
The Jesus Gene
The Jesus Gene by: Dennis R. Humphreys (the Dream Writer) based on the Book of Yeoshua ben Yeoseph David Bartholomew sat at his desk in the heat. The lab's air conditioning went out again for the third time in a month and made working intense. Sweat dripped off the end of his nose and he was constantly cleaning his glasses because of the sweat and body oil, catching on the frame, only to make its way down over the lens.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
A Planet Called Earth
by: Dennis R. Humphreys (the Dream Writer) He watched her across the room in a crowded club of people, dancing their way through the evening in an effort to forget the long week of work. She was beautiful beyond comprehension and there was something in the way she moved that made her an enchanting rhythm that glided through one's imagination like a welcomed dream.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction