Eldon Arkinstall
Bio
I write stories that I find where the mind meets the world, & makes me laugh & cry & learn.
Give my tales a like please. It makes me sigh with delight.
Give me a tip, like a busker wants, & I'll keep on keeping on, as Grandma liked to say.
Stories (10/0)
That Little, Grey Cat
I loved the desert where I could be completely alone in the quiet of psychological-time meditations. Psy-time is an inner sense acting as a door to the nine inner senses always operating within the inner mind of men. Seth showed me the way, and I went through the door. The other side was incredible, expansive, responsive in undreamed of ways, and gave reason for the requirement of new consciousness, to love all things, for then you could receive all things. I sought the solitary, the absence of the bubbling creations of the rush-rush people, loved the silence of the night where dreams unfolded in a cleanliness of uninterrupted star light.
By Eldon Arkinstall2 years ago in Fiction
The Fighter
Eduardo looked at pictures on his wall of fame and thought, it's a wall of shame. He didn't believe that thought for an instant, dismissed it, laughed at it, swept it under the rug. He wondered why. Aha! The thought had come from his niece, Bianca, a lovely young lady with long black hair, natural elegance, and foolish new ideas.
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
The AutoImmune War
The AutoImmune War began with a Guard Cell screaming, “It's an attack!” Immune Cells responded. The attackers were viruses. Calderone, who was a Beautiful Shimmer straddling Light and Cell, sat in Heart, overseeing strategy. Lieutenant Willing rushed in. “How goes?” Calderone demanded.
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
The Big Dive
I'd had a wonderful night celebrating my tech company's great success. I woke rested and ready for a swim. The crystal water was cool, so I wore my wet suit as I dove in and headed for the channel marker. It was slack tide, with no current, my rhythm was good, and I pulled hard to get my heart rate up. I felt so alive! Then I don't know what.
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
Twelve Thousand Reasons
The lights in Las Vegas sparkled and crowds surged along the Strip drinking and laughing at cartoon characters shilling for five bucks a picture. Mickey Mouse chatted up Marilyn Monroe, Superman had his big arms around a pair of pretty girls, and Batman looked jealous.
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
In the Land of Dumpling
Kingly Rudolph the VII-1/2 was feeling peeked as he awaited his emissary's return. The throne room was crowded with people clothed in all manner of flounce and frippery he didn't like, the weather was sunny and warm, which bothered him no end, and his children wanted what he wanted. That was intolerable. It was just another day in the kingdom of Dumpling.
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
Grandpa
I always wanted to explore the big barn on a patch of farmland I passed on my way to the river to fish. It was on private land, though I never saw anyone about, but I'd stop and look at it from afar. It reminded me of when I was five years old and went to see Grandpa's shack on a patch of wide prairie plagued in the summer by flies. I visited the shack when we went to meet the family. Before that, I'd known only Brucie and Mom.
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
Writing the Hero
I stretch my fingers, touch my toes, and crack my neck before I get going at what I love the most. My joy begins at a table, sitting on a cushion that slides around as I wriggle about and in and out getting a cup of peppermint tea, a bite of homemade bread, or while the tea steeps, I stare at the stove, anything but mindless. I'm looking within, seeking the phrase to describe the thing only I can see inside of me. I'm not a weaver, but then again, I am, nor a knitter, painter, dancer or thespian, yet, words can form the cloth to fit any kind...ah yes, I'm a writer
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
Treasure of the Golden Locket
The golden locket lay covered in rubble, a few links of chain betrayed its place within all shattered things at the Institute of The Genetic Norm, buried under the palace grounds. An earthworm with two heads and vestigial feet curled about the locket's coolness, licking and biting with oddly human teeth seeking sustenance within swirled carvings on the heart shaped locket's surface. The locket was closed, tossed with the flick of a wrist blown apart in a blast to end all blasts. Truly, it had been held in a fierce grip as if she knew the coming of the final surprise, and the shape of the curve of the woman's cheek was burned onto the locket's golden body. Inside the locket, a sealed compartment lay beneath a watch used to note time instead of events beckoning to the abyss.
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
