George Rizor
Bio
Bi-vocational church pastor
Social justice advocate
Professor of cognitive psychology and research methodology
Computer scientist
Logistician and Program Manager
Author
Composer
US Navy Veteran
Dissident and rabble-rouser
Stories (2/0)
A CATHARTIC FABLE
Once upon a time, there was a desert. Actually the edge of a desert. The portion of the desert where sand and heat begin to give way to cactus, and tumbleweed, and rock. The colors of the desert here were beautiful. On a background of sandy brown were the greens of a little bit of brush and the vivid colors of layered rock outcroppings. The sky frequently helped by turning amazing shades of red, violet, and blue.
By George Rizor3 years ago in Fiction
The Dadis
The Dadis looked bad. The Dadis looked mean. The Dadis looked crazy. The Dadis strode into the opass area. The opass area was very old. Many years ago – long before the fa'off - the opass was used by the people to get somewhere. I don't know where, and I don't know how. But the big pillars of the opass area were stone and steel and concrete and there were long roads of concrete that stretched between the opass pillars.
By George Rizor3 years ago in Futurism
