Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer
Hadayai Majeed writes short, intriguing stories in many genres. The Joy of Islam series and Pieces of Me with Company are collections of her diverse works and those of others. Each book is unique always leaving the reader wanting for more.
The Drone Delivery
The Drone Delivery The buzzing sound annoyed me and also alarmed me. What could this be making noise at my front door? Is it some child playing with a remote-control toy? Let me see what is happening. Wow! It was a drone (of some size) about to drop a package on my front porch. Now I had heard on the news that many of the delivery services were going to start using them. Just did not know I would be receiving a package in this manner and from whom? I had not ordered anything. This must be a mistake.
The Dragon's Gift
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Our village was very small, and I was always bored. Nothing ever really happened here. Same routine day after day. Everyone did what they did as though they were being watched or even graded by someone. One night the village shook vigorously for several minutes. Pots, pans, dishes flew everywhere. Then as suddenly as it started it stopped. Of course, everyone slowly ventured outside to see what had happened. Our parents talked to each other for a while. The children just looked at each other surprised and frightened. Soon everyone returned to their homes to clean up the mess.
I See You
While performing Yoga, Darlene somehow put herself into a very deep wide eyed open trance. She drifted through a maze of sounds and patterns like you see on TV shows like Dr. Who (when he is time traveling). When she came to or thought she had come to herself, she was not on her Yoga mat or in her home. She could hear sounds like her TV she had left on in the family room of her home. Her next door neighbor working on a car in his driveway and cars driving up and down her street. She could even hear the music playing from one of the car radios. She walked a few steps to her right and nothing except bright white space. When she reached out and she felt nothing, not warm, cold, wet or dry, soft or hard.
Peeking through the Window
I watched a tiny lizard out of the bottom of my long antebellum window located at the front of my house. The window is a little over six feet tall with handles on the bottom. No, I do not live in a historic antebellum home. Quite the opposite I live in a small home that was built in the late 50s or early 60s near Fort Gillem a World War II army fort just south of Jackson Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta. The neighborhood is in Conley, Georgia a small bedroom community that has only a post office. This is it only a zip code 30288. No city government at all. We get our services through Clayton County or private companies.
Her father was a white slaveholder who was one of the counties doctors. Her mother was an enslaved woman he owned named Hannah. Her mother was said to be one third African, one third indigenous and no mention of the other third of her heredity. Strange enough most just assume white. Hannah was from South Carolina and was gifted to Dr. Jedidiah. It is said as soon as he saw her, he became sexually interested in her. He must have looked at her the way men thirsty for sex look at women who appeals to them. He must have had the hungry wolf look.
Ted: Sharecropper Overseer
This story although written as fiction is based on a true story that is a part of my family history. I decided to write it as fiction as to not upset any of my relatives and be able to use it in other ways. All the names and locations have been changed.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The ship had left the earth’s atmosphere all the booster rockets had been released. We were headed for Mars to settle into the colony that was being built there by a lot of sweat and tears. So far, over 1,000 scientists and 250 support staff representing the construction trade and engineering had begun the journey to establish this colony of people from earth only 513 just barely over half had survived the journey. There were also many days that communication between Mars and Earth was not available. Since the last communication breakdown three bodies were found in the Mars colony. The problem is that the bodies did not belong to any of the registered scientist or other support personnel who had been scheduled to travel to the planet. In fact, the bodies are of people over 100 years old. All three born in the 21st century. It is now the 22nd century the year 2189.
The Light in the Window
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years. One night, a candle burned bright in the window." Across the pond I could see the small light it was as bright as the sun. I was up writing and when I glanced out the window it hit my eyes like a flash of lightning. A few days later I decided to go to the cabin on my way back from getting my monthly supplies I would stop and see if I could meet my new neighbor. As my boat approached the dock, I thought I saw someone dart behind the cabin. I approached very carefully announcing who I was. Then this tiny high-pitched voice from the rear of the cabin asks, “Who are you?” Bill Hargrove your neighbor across the pond.
Developing the Art and Learning the Business of Writing
As I sit and write using sentences from magazines and books as prompts, I am learning how to open my mind. At first it seems silly to do. Then you start to hit brick walls with ideas and then next if you are not careful you will quit. This is where many writers go wrong. You must push through the mud and complete a short story, blog or book. You must go for it every day. You must push yourself to put fingers on the keyboard or pen to paper. Whatever you must do just keep on moving forward.
The Super Train
The Super Train was a technological wonder. It combined and improved upon all the past innovations of railroad engineering. It actually glided a few inches above the tracks, it had the latest in computerized technology and could hit a speed of 200+ miles per hour. It went so fast that the developers installed windows with monitors so the passengers could not tell how fast it was actually moving at any time. All they could see was a countryside landscape that appeared to move much slower than the train was actually moving.