Gary Lougheed
Bio
If you enjoy my tales, please show your support by leaving a comment, clicking the heart, or even a tip! Thank you for reading more!
"While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die." - Leonardo da Vinci
Stories (15/0)
Newspaper Town
A gorilla-sized door centered between two hulking pieces of lumber parallelized a doorway, an entrance to Grandpa’s Old Barn. A shelter filled with newspapers from the yesterdays of past cities, silhouetted words from people’s past shadows, and events that shook the people's heads, turning them into cheers and important decisions.
By Gary Lougheed3 years ago in Fiction
A Simple Cup of Coffee and another Bowl of Rice
I am going to start with an honest confession, I’m not here to mention the intense sushi, the type that swims near Monterey Bay, oh what the freshness! Nor am I going to describe the awesome Mammoth Mountain Irish potato pancakes filled with bursting cheese and spinach. I want to talk about food that I traveled to, but in a different way. It's probably gonna sound like I’m bragging, but I believe in this simple kind of plain and honest hunger. And I believe that the culture that drove these three honest dishes deserves some honor. So a simple cup of coffee, another bowl of rice, and a bit of french bread ended up perfect.
By Gary Lougheed3 years ago in Feast
Elara
The first and final forever sunset occurred at the turn of the third millennium, the explosive event called, “The Framers First Sight”, it was happenstance or an after effect of humanity’s genius. It was an attempt to control the uncontrollable and Hansen city heralded this union between that hope and its failure. The Framers First Sight had enriched the sky with particles like emerald daffodils, flowering each cloud with shimmers of yellow-green streaks. A cosmic play that cast other orphaned blobs of color as fish set to swim through radiant forever clouds. This is what it was like to see Hansen’s forever sunset. A skyline bound to the sunset’s existence, never falling to night, and never rising to daylight.
By Gary Lougheed3 years ago in Fiction