Om Prakash John Gilmore
Bio
John (Om Prakash) Gilmore, is a Retired Unitarian Universalist Minister, a Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master Teacher, and a student and teacher of Tai-Chi, Qigong, and Nada Yoga. Om Prakash loves reading sci-fi and fantasy.
Stories (105/0)
You Will Stay
"They wait in the dark. When you go outside, if you aren’t careful they will snatch you and suck your life’s blood because they aren’t human anymore. They have sold their souls to the devil and will do anything to hide it. Believe me. I wouldn’t lie to you." She gave me a wink. I didn’t know if she was telling me the truth or not. Mom was just crazy that way sometimes.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Horror
Off The Beaten Path
Since the invention of the internet and better technology small towns with a lot of activities are the places that offer the best of both worlds...the excitement of the city and the warmth of a small community. Many of the small towns in Montgomery county and other areas, like some of the sections of Philadelphia, are beginning to blossom and offer the type of community people want.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Wander
She Told Me About Her Planet
“You know Maryland is a nut,” Tom said, smile playing across his lips. His red hair and ruddy complexion made his whole face light up. I shook my head. “She tells you some crazy stories, sometimes,” he continued. “All the time.”
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
We Wanted Adventure
The snow was falling, again. Seems that all it ever did on this planet was snow. I don’t know how I got talked into this human experiment. I guess I wanted adventure. I wanted to see unknown places and visit distant planets. When they opened up the Space Force in the early 21st Century I was delighted. I was still in high school. I began to take all kinds of courses in science and mathematics. I went to college and majored in mechanical engineering.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
A Permanent Home For a Weary Traveler
For the first time in years I could relax. Living in space is harder than most people think. Living in ships with cramped quarters is no fun, especially if you’re sharing your space with someone who is obnoxious, or who snores so loud they cause the bunks to vibrate, or if you snore that loud. There’s very little to do other than the work of keeping the ship clean and functioning, which isn’t that difficult, so you find yourself trying to fill up your empty time with a lot of useless chatter, or by meditating, or working out. What kind of life is that?
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Families
She Turned And Walked Away
Another scowling face glaring at me. “Take a picture, Annie. It might last longer,” I said. She brushed the dark hair from her face and just stood there for a moment. I waited for the explosion. It didn’t come, surprisingly. Someone must have reprogrammed her since the last time I saw her.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
Watch The Door Stewart, Don't Watch Me
“It’s finally quiet. Put down your rifles,” Kelly said. She lowered her gun, looked at me, and smiled. She looked young to be a captain, with strange colored hair dyed like a rainbow and cut in what would have been considered a punk style long ago, in the 80s and 1900s. She was slim in her tight, black battle suit only marked with emblems, pins, and the equivalent of tattoos that attested to how long she had been at battle with the invaders. She looked at me looking at her and frowned, again. I looked away.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism