Graham Cooke
Bio
Semi-retired contract technical writer, editor and content developer now writing creatively in the genres of adventure, post-apocalyptic and science fiction, and technical gear reviews.
Stories (28/0)
01:03 - Memories Then & Now
<<Table of Contents>> <<Previous Chapter>> Chapter 3 Sitting now, in a semi-reclining but distinctly uncomfortable chair, in the branch manager's office, Grey opens his mouth to begin speaking but is fast cut off by Mr. Adams, the bank branch manager. "Why didn't you wait earlier? - he asks, continuing - We could have completed the required business, without you calling my Regional Manager!"
By Graham Cooke3 years ago in Fiction
01:02 - Faint Memories
<<Table of Contents>> <<Previous Chapter>> Chapter 2 Grey steps forward towards the police cruiser, glancing inside, verifying no secondary officer sits in the passenger seat, then turns right and not after an additional two steps withdraws a Samsung J3 Galaxy phone from inside his jacket, where it had sat nestled in an inside Scottevest, vest pocket.
By Graham Cooke3 years ago in Fiction
Escape - Leaving It All Behind
<<Table of Contents>> Chapter 1 A cool, cloudy September 2021 day in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, in a town nestled between hills and an overflowing river, it appears much like any other late Fall day to the average Joe or Jane towns’ folk. But appearances are deceiving. Just ask any staff member at the local bank located in the town’s presently largest plaza of the man seen leaving their premises.
By Graham Cooke3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn Falls
Fall may not be my favourite season; as I find it similar to Spring. Both are very wet seasons here on the lower Pacific rim of British Columbia, Canada. The only difference is that the temperatures fall in the autumn and spring upwards following winter. Hence, the names; I do not know? I like the warm temperature of Summer, the ability to cool myself in many ways, along with the many activities of which I can partake. Winters as well are enjoyed because it's easy to seek warmth inside my home or outside by a fire, as long as the damn rain is kept at bay. I like it when it snow. Well, this now all being said, my introduction complete, let me display to you now my ode to Fall.
By Graham Cooke3 years ago in Poets
MASc?
Long story short, I didn't get the Masters because: Even though my advisor approved of it, my defense committee attending my Final (thesis defense preparation) seminar recommended two minor changes to my write-up and two others in the room that questioned me on the thesis topic, "Neural Networks for Real Time Control," all agreed I was ready to go ahead and submit for publication after revision; My Final seminar occurred on Wednesday, August 29, 2001. I guess they figured I could complete the changes in less than two days and submit for publication before my eligibility for submission to graduate would end; However, my advisor was kind enough to arrange a two week extension which would take me into middle of September 2001; I made the mistake of not completing before original deadline and accepted the chance to "stick it out" for an additional two weeks, though I did complete the revisions late evening September 10, 2001; and, As we all know, the "world abruptly fell apart" on 9-11-2001.
By Graham Cooke3 years ago in Journal
Broken Hearts
There are times: when I need to focus; to get facts straight; and, to recount or recall an episode in my life. It is only then that I can put everything in perspective to tell a tale of "a funny, TRUE story involving one or more of" my "childhood friends."
By Graham Cooke3 years ago in Confessions
Home
DEDICATION: For Justin (Surratt); September 17, 2021. I know what's going to happen. I've just been informed. So, remember, please, these words that come from my own heart. But truly know that you are always thought of, by family, friends and those whose lives you've touched in many ways. You may not know this or what awaits you. But know that a mother's touch can ease your pain and she is on her way to you, speeding along a country road, with your own friends to lend support. The separation decreases with the few hours ticking away. Less time she has with you but closer to you she gets.
By Graham Cooke3 years ago in Poets
