Dennis Humphreys
Stories (96/0)
Every Man's Dream
Every Man's Dream by: Dennis R. Humphreys Sometimes when a man is sitting somewhere...it could be a bar, a restaurant, in the dentist office...anywhere, and he sees a woman walk through the same door he came through earlier, he sees a good lay, a friend, his future wife, or just another woman he'll see this one time and never again. Funny things is, and most women will deny this, they do the same thing when they see a man walk through the door. It seems to have become part of an age old evolutionary process we can't deny even though special interest groups, politicians and religious leaders attempt to wash it out of our minds.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Filthy
Somebody Threw It
Somebody Threw It by: Dennis R. Humphreys There was biological warfare during the middle ages. It just wasn't called that back then. Get the diseased body, the one with the plague, put it on the catapult and heave it over the castle walls. If the fear of getting the plague out paced the fear of being slaughtered by the attacking forces than the drawbridge was dropped and the attacking army entered the castle. This more than anything probably contributed to the spread of the disease, for there were so many factions and various feudal entities at war with each other, and each lord wanting what the other had in an effort to become bigger, stronger and more powerful than the next, they constantly were waging war of some kind and size. It was easier to do this and starve them out than to lose your men in a direct attack or spend a lot of time waiting. Greedy people are impatient people.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Earth
Madmen and Others
Madmen and Others by: Dennis R. Humphreys Why is it, since time memorable, that governments can't figure how to solve an economic, social, or educational problem, yet they easily find creative ways to make their citizens suffer? Time and time again, governments in the name of doing what's best for their citizens, destroy them in the name of progress. Often their future is in the hands of madmen but isn't the population just as mad giving into such madmen? Our future isn't in their hands, it's in ours and letting others gain the necessary control to accomplish their madness we have created our own future. We have condemned, not just ourselves but our children's and succeeding generations, to the madness for which the Creator exiled Satan from heaven.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Humans
The Ravine
The Ravine by: Dennis R. Humphreys I moved to the area escaping the people, the politics, and the rising crime where law enforcement's hands were tied doing anything about it,. The cities were no longer safe and I was seriously disillusioned. After three failed marriages and the feeling that I may have outlived my usefulness because I never amounted to anything, I moved to an isolated area without neighbors and without responsibility of any kind except for myself. After a few short months there I realized this was where I always belonged but it took me a lifetime to discover that.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Rose
The Yellow Rose by: Dennis R. Humphreys There come a time in life when you're older, you look at life's events and you can classify the off beat occurrences in one of two ways. They're either embarrassing or funny as hell. You also have the tendency not to bring them up until your parents have passed away, or they're so old you know they just don't give a crap anymore. But then most major occurrences don't seem so major anymore as time mounts, and you have less time in front of you, than what you left behind.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Confessions
The Wolf Clan
The Wolf Clan by: Dennis R. Humphreys The family meal was over and the children typically all gathered afterwards around the Story Teller's fire by his lodge. It was usual, at this time of night each evening, to see the children of the tribe gather for his tales. He was old and lived a long life. The Story Teller had much to say about what he had seen and what he had experienced. The children were eager to hear and learn of past events.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
The Great War
The Great War by: Dennis R. Humphreys There was a great war. It was a miracle anyone survived. It wasn't the normal war you read about in texts or you see in the movies. It wasn't one country against another or a dispute between nations about ideologies...one thinking theirs was the correct one, attempting to force theirs on another who believed theirs was the correct ideology. No, these were corporate wars, designed by billion-and- trillion-dollar companies so their power and holdings grew even larger than they were. Control was the key factor.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Futurism
The Coming
The Coming by: Dennis R. Humphreys Tesla was a genius. As time went on it seemed his genius accelerated. It got to the point the government labeled him as a crackpot, denouncing him as crazy...a fake, a fraud. Then why when he died did the government confiscate all his notebooks filled with designs and ideas and list them as top secret? I mean, do you do something like that with the average, deranged, homeless guy when he dies on the street from exposure, his pockets full of doodles?
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge
The Bridge by: Dennis R. Humphreys The importance of certain things become less so many times as we get older. A few things become more so when we were younger. I guess it's because we become wiser with age and supposedly that makes decisions easier. The problem is, wisdom reflects an accumulation of information we obtain through experience over time with more information that gives us more options. That to me represents a condition for hesitancy and the inability to make decisions even though the decision should be a sounder one.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Humans
The Ravine
The Ravine by: Dennis R. Humphreys I moved to the area escaping the people, the politics, and the rising crime where law enforcement's hands were tied doing anything about it,. The cities were no longer safe and I was seriously disillusioned. After three failed marriages and the feeling that I may have outlived my usefulness because I never amounted to anything, I moved to an isolated area without neighbors and without responsibility of any kind except for myself. After a few short months there I realized this was where I always belonged but it took me a lifetime to discover that.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Confessions
The Hitch Hiker
The Hitch Hiker by: Dennis R. Humphreys Marty and Celeste Swanson left their home in Maryland early that day on their way to visit relatives in Owensboro, Kentucky. It was a long drive about, seventeen hours but they liked to get an early start and drive through. They could recuperate once they got there. Still leaving at three in the morning, they knew they wouldn't get there until about eight o'clock that night.
By Dennis Humphreys2 years ago in Humans