Lyn Porter
Bio
I am a Physical Education teacher of 30+ years. I am also an EMT. These two jobs keep me busy. My hobbies include writing and painting rocks. I also enjoy getting out on the golf course as much as possible during the warmer months.
Stories (9/0)
The Flight of a Lifetime
It started out as another day near the village of Cornish, the frost sparkled like diamonds across the vast fields. Most of the crops had been brought in and laid away for the cold winter months. The winters were harsh, and the land was barren of activity during the coldest of the months, much was to be done before the winter moon. Wood had to be cut and split and stored for drying, food needed to be set for winter storage and usage, and of course meat had to be obtained and cured. There had to be enough provisions to last through the long, harsh winter. Without preparation, the chance of survival in this land was not likely. The people of Cornish were resourceful and knew how to survive.
By Lyn Porterabout a year ago in Fiction
Nibbs Heals a Broken Heart
I have had pets for most of my life. Each pet had its own personality. Everyone was different and special. I was able to relate to all of their quirks and differences. I believe pets come into your life for a reason. Pets love unconditionally. Okay, maybe that is not quite right. There are a few conditions. You must love them, feed them, keep them clean and take care of their health needs. Human companions are similar however, you hope that human companions will take care of their own cleanliness.
By Lyn Porter2 years ago in Petlife
When the Street Lights Come On
Does it seem as though the world has changed and is not as safe as it used to be? I know I ask myself this question on a regular basis. I remember my youth and the freedom we had to be kids. Kids who would play outside for hours and much of the time our parents did not know where we were. Yes, there were some guidelines. I had to check in and tell my parents whose yard we were planning on playing. After that, well, it was a bit of free rein life.
By Lyn Porter2 years ago in Humans
New Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Our world as we know it is grander than that of which we can see or imagine. Through the lens of a telescope we can see further into the dark abyss and see light not visible to the naked eye. Is it possible that this could be the case for sound as well? Just because we can't hear the scream does that mean the sound is not there? Is it thus that we cannot hear it but does it travel to a new world that is beyond our sight and imagination? Why is it that because we cannot see or hear something we do not believe it is possible? The vast world of space is locked to our time and place but it is much greater. There is a world beyond our eyes. There is a place where our scream can be heard. That place on our time continueum is beyond our reach, but it is possible it will not be forever. In fact it exists now. How do I know? You must trust me as I take you on a little journey where no one else has gone. I am the only one who has been so priveledged to see beyond the vast divide of our time and place. I can take you with me on a great adventure if you open your mind to the possibilities and trust without fear. The moment you are afraid the adventure ends. Do you want to take the voyage with me to the darkness and beyond? We must go now. No time to waste. It is a full moon and the morning is drawing nigh. If we wait we will not make it and be lost forever in the dark abyss of our galaxy. You have no time to hesitate. What do you say? Grasp my hand and we will be on our way. NOW! Suddenly without knowing what was going on I felt my hand being grabbed. I did not know what to think but I felt a sudden lift and my eyes flew wide open and my mouth opened to scream. There was no scream only a voice inside my head saying if you are afraid you will not see the sights that are beyond us where you scream can be heard. I suddenly felt an uneasy calmness, and the darkness eclipsed me as if I was surrounded by a dark cloak. I wanted to see, I wanted to hear, and I wanted to know what lay beyond that of what any mortal could know. Wait, was that it? Was I being guided by something not mortal as we know it? How is it possible that I travel through space without more than just myself in my pajamas? It could not be real. Was this a dream? No, I was not in my room. I could see things that were only visible through a telescope. The moon with it's miles of dirt, rock and craters. It was so close I felt as though I could stand on it. I wanted to reach out but the voice in my head clearly stated, do not let go of my hand. Who's hand? This can't be real. The sense of floating past stars and planets continued as our speed accelorated. Once again I wanted to scream. The voice calmly said again if you are afraid your adventure will end and from this far out I can not garuntee your safe return if you let go. I had no choice I had to hold on. I could not scream. Although I did not know what was ahead I sure did not want to die from fear.
By Lyn Porter2 years ago in Fiction
The Clickety-clack of Wheels
I feel a gentle rocking and wonder why my bed is moving. It must be a dream. It is not unusual that my dreams take on a life of their own. Many times my dreams feel so real it is hard to believe I am not awake. I sometimes wonder why my dreams are so vivid. I never feel rested. Is that because I live the dreams in my sleep. Am I really running a marathon, hiking through the Alps, or purhaps on a train?
By Lyn Porter2 years ago in Fiction
Life as an EMT in a Small Town
What is it like to work in a small town? I work in a small town in Vermont called Hinesburg. Working in a small town certainly has its perks, but it also has some drawbacks. You feel like a member of the community. The phrase, everybody knows their neighbor is not a myth. When you are invested in the community where you work you get to meet some great people. You hear all the town gossip, which most of the time is not completely true. Why am I telling you this? As an EMT when you know lots of people it is not always a good thing.
By Lyn Porter2 years ago in Humans
