Dennis Humphreys
Stories (96/0)
Better to Light A Match Than Curse the Darkness
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Life was... descent. I had grown up assuming that getting abused was normal and called discipline. I guess I carried thoughts in my head that kept me from achieving more than I had and suspicious of my own abilities. The thoughts crystallized from the words and names I was bombarded with regularly. My attention wasn't long for as soon as my goals were almost met, they were dropped. It was an ongoing pattern of failure, or at least mediocrity, sprinkled with occasional success that amounted to nothing.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Horror
Following Yonder Star
by: Dennis R. Humphreys “There have been dreams, Edwyn, not just between us but other Druids in the area,” spoke Wylun of a growing expectation regarding ancient prophecy. It concerned the prophecy of their forefathers in the Holy Land before parts of the tribes in the land migrated to Wales in the British Isles.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
The Pied Piper Portal
by: Dennis R. Humphreys The Foley family moved into the area just four months ago from a larger suburban area. Some of the suburbs were getting as bad as the cities so Jym's parents decided to move into the country. Jym hated it at first, being away from all his friends, but he soon found there was fun being outside instead of sitting around on nice days inside, playing games on his smartphone. It was an epiphany for the ten year old who had only known one way of life that was a sterile result of social media.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Horror
The Hat
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Uncle Alfred Turner was the brother of my mother who is now deceased. Both of my parents are deceased. I'm only thirty but they had me when they were older and the combination of aging, world tribulations and most likely raising me, contributed to their deaths a few years ago. I was a hell raiser. I felt abandoned over the years not having family in the area and never finding that right woman to settle down with, I decided there was nothing keeping me in the area, so I went westward to join my uncle who was also not married by choice. The stories my mother told me about him when I was younger may have provided the role model for me inabstentia because he was the biggest hell raiser of them all. He was a cowboy complete with his own six-hundred and forty acre ranch, bought at government auction after the BLM decided to sell off parcels. He raised cattle and a few pigs.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
The Antarctican
by: Dennis R. Humphreys He felt himself dreaming... or was it? There were distant sounds and little memories. Some sounds were familiar but seemed out of place. Then suddenly he was awake staring at the inside of some kind of device. There was a six by ten-inch window above his face and beyond that a white ceiling of tiles with the little holes crisscrossing each tile by the hundreds. A face appeared. Looking down at him... a woman's face that smiled but then yelled for something. In moments there were several people staring briefly at him through that window. He wasn't sure what they were doing or if his mind was playing tricks. The last thing he remembered was a fairly primitive place where he and many others lived an existence, agricultural in nature and by most standards, primitive.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Futurism
The Sink Hole
by: Dennis R. Humphreys The area contained a lot of limestone. In fact there was a valley that contained nothing but limestone underground. Any geologist will tell you limestone and water don't do well together for people living on the surface. Water leached underground from the rain, or creeks above ground, cause the limestone to dissolve and it creates caverns and other similar features. Over time they sometimes collapse, causing the ground above them to cave in, and it can create sinkholes large enough to swallow entire homes. It can also leave large openings that cause roads to collapse.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Earth
Be Careful of the Dust Devils
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Every morning was the same, not similar...the same. Randy Kruegur, an older gentleman, stumbled from his dilapidated RV, rubbing his untrimmed, graying beard and kicking at the Mormon crickets heading for the shade of his vehicle from the rising desert sun. The man had been living out here in the desert for twenty years as an escapee from the outside world of stupidity and selfishness he loathed. He left behind some family but more importantly he left behind the headaches of interpersonal relationships. He came out to this Northern Nevada desert to look for gold. He found some but just enough to supplement his social security, which was the only money he had coming in, and not that much of that.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Psyche
Love Through Time and Space
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Sandi was a beautiful woman, young and angelic looking. Every man that saw her fell for her ...and there were women too. She ignored them at the bar she ran and considered it a condition of the job and not the effect she had on people. Then one night a man walked into the bar and she fell for him immediately. He was twenty five years older than her but it didn't matter. She was hopelessly drawn to him in a way that might reflect the attraction between the young lovers, Romeo and Juliet. He was enamored by her in a different way. He found her to be beautiful and one of the most intelligent women he had ever met. They were drawn to each other in a way that defied time. Others could feel it as well when he sat across the bar from her drinking alone or with friends. He considered the age difference more than she did and was concerned about it, thinking he would be old and gray, drooling in a rocking chair on the front porch while she would still be young and beautiful. She made several overtures to him which he ignored until one day he couldn't ignore her anymore.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Filthy
The Day Heaven Fell
by: Dennis R. Humphreys The town of Winnemucca is in Northern Nevada and is surrounded by beautiful mountains. Part of the year beginning in October the peaks are typically snow capped. Mornings and evenings display colors never imagined, even in pictures or paintings. Their color changes, as the sun moves, minute by minute. In fact if you have to run to get your camera to record an unbelievable scene, you're probably already too late to capture it when you get back.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Earth
The Saw Bugs
by: Dennis R. Humphreys Countries depend on insects for their crops. Without them pollination would be at the mercy of the winds and a lot less efficient. Governments would topple; people would starve; disease would be rampant; even cannibalism would arise among those desperate to stay alive without conscience guiding them anymore.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
Cowboy Bob and the Interdimensional Drive
by: Dennis R. Humphreys The research firm of Tomorrow's Technologies had been around for ten years. Subsidized by private funding originally, some of the things developed, eventually caught the attention of the U.S. Government. It was commonplace to grant funding regularly for a hand in the development of things pertinent to national security and military advancement. One project caught the attention of power gurus. This unique project was a coordinated effort under the leadership of three men: Doctors Gordon Ripshaw, Issac Warner, and Phillip Askew. Their primary focus was in three different areas of expertise and interest. All their efforts were combined in these avenues both in time and funding.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Futurism