Fred Looney
Bio
My first lifetime, I wrote in the language of computers. Now, in my "Retirement" I want to express my thoughts and feelings to other humans.
Please join me in this new adventure while I explore what I have been hiding in my subconscious.
Stories (12/0)
Dream Comes True
CHAPTER 1 Too Good To Be I just kept my eyes shut and savored the wakening moments. The smell of the sea transported me to some of my best and most vivid memories, vacations, sand castles, playing tag with incoming waves. I remembered my vacations when I was a kid, the beach at Ocean View, the gentle surf because of it being just inside the Chesapeake Bay. Floating along in a 15 foot fiberglass runabout while watching the monstrous sized naval ships that were dwarfed by an occasional giant sized air craft carrier. Then I became aware of the bird song. The screech of gulls fighting over some morsel of food is unpleasant to many but to me it was just a deepening of the inner serenity. The chirps and cheeps of the beach darts which was my childhood name for the sand pipers. The deepening heat of a midsummer day was being overshadowed by my trying to remember if I had applied enough sun screen and done it correctly.
By Fred Looney2 months ago in Fiction
I Am They
CHAPTER 1 ARRIVAL We drove up the snowy, winding road towards a cozy A-frame cabin. It seems like we have been on the road for only a few minutes when actually we have traveled over a couple hundred miles. We have been completely engaged in stimulating conversation. The car is redolent with the aroma of Hot Cocoa and peppermint candy canes from a pit stop a few miles back and we are stimulated with the excitement of beginning a couple days devoted only to each other. Sarah is driving, which was an easy decision because Sarah loves to be behind the steering wheel of life.
By Fred Looney4 months ago in Humans
Just in Time Delivery
DRONE Every day, within a couple minutes of 10 in the morning, if the weather is reasonable, a drone emerges from the heavens on a bee-line for my solitude. This has been happening for almost a full week now. For the past 4 days, at 10 AM, every day except for Tuesday, when a Snowstorm at about the appointed hour delayed the delivery that day until noon. A box has been left on each delivery, they have been different sizes and some have contained rocks and one was packed with feathers but with no markings.
By Fred Looney4 months ago in Fiction
Reminiscent
CHAPTER 1 STORY TELLING Reminiscent is an annual holiday in the Ralz Realm. It is beloved and celebrated with family reunions, great feasts and most importantly, Story Telling. It is celebrated in the early fall when the air is full of the smells of ripeness and harvesting. Usually the weather is great, warm enough for those full of energy and youth to enjoy the great outdoors but not so hot that the meeting houses become uncomfortable because of all the cooking. Even if the weather does not cooperate the people of Ralz will hardly notice for it is the Reminiscent that is important. This year the weather is perfect and from every cook fire, roasting pot and clay oven come wonderful aromas of roasting beasts, boiling potatoes, yams and every other root that the cooks have found a way to make delicious. And on top of it all riding the waves of mouthwatering aromas are wonderful pies and cakes.
By Fred Looney4 months ago in Fiction
Fail Safe
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That is exploding in my mind as I see that I have landed on an asteroid without atmosphere, and I am definitely not in a space suit. All those hours of repetitive training takes over and I immediately switch focus to my second destination choice. All those boring hours that seemed so worthless have now kicked in and I am essentially on autopilot. I know that I cannot try to breathe, to do so is instant death. The refocus to my secondary destination will take only 15 seconds but with what I have done to get to and then away from the worthless piece of space rock has taken almost a full 2 minutes so far and if the secondary is also a toxic selection, then I will need to use my final fail safe. Just how long can I hold my breath, damn I really didn’t concentrate on that part of the training, never thought I would need it.
By Fred Looney7 months ago in Futurism
The Sound of Silence
The song echoes in my mind. One of the best things about songs is the few words that are chosen well can convey huge emotions and mountains of feelings. Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel taught us all about life by mesmerizing us with the beauty and depth of feelings.
By Fred Looney2 years ago in Families
