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)
To Follow Along Like The Rest
To Follow Along Like The Rest: On Life’s Journey John W. Gilmore Everything was quiet...very quiet. That hardly ever happened around here. I pulled back the shade and peeked from behind the curtain. The street was empty. No one was there: no cars, no buses, no dogs, no children playing. I looked down at my watch. It was only six in the evening. In this city during rush hour, which seemed to last longer and longer, this main street should have been humming with people, buses, and cars. What had happened? I only hoped it had not happened again. Why were they doing this?
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
You Will Not Last
You Will Not Last: If you don't die John W. Gilmore “In a time before time things were a lot kinder. People would get along. Everyone would help the other make their dreams come true, instead of hindering them so only they could live out their dreams.”
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Humans
A Vampire Story Continued
A Vampire Story Continued John W. Gilmore It's not been so long since I wrote about the lifestyles of the rich and powerful vampires. I thought I had escaped them, but they followed me. Through Scandavia, through the Baltics, through Russia and all parts of Asia, all around the world. I look and see them there watching, all of the time. They are waiting for me to slip up and to do something that would justify a slow, painful death at their hands, or even worse, an eternal life as a Vampire.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Humans
I Think I Saw A UFO
I Think I Saw A UFO John W. Gilmore "I don't know what happened, Marge. All I know is that I saw it right in front of me, except," he looked up and motioned with one finger pointing and his hand flapping at the wrist. Her eyes followed his finger. "Up there. Right up there all around. UFO!"
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
Moon Magic Or Not
Moon Magic Or Not: Let's Dance John W. Gilmore “This beach is too crowded, Rodrigo.” “This is prime time. No wonder. You should come here when the tourist season is over, Man.” I just frowned. “You're here too much anyway, Paul. You need to get a job or something.”
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Humans
King For A Night
King For A Night John W. Gilmore The 5th floor was the place to be in Johnson Hall on the weekends, and we started the weekend Thursday nights. The Residential Assistant would pack up his bags in the morning and take the Greyhound bus home for the weekend to avoid having to interfere with the Thursday night craziness, when we would order a keg of beer, turn up the music, and invite as many people as possible to crowd into a small dorm room with the challenge of kicking the keg before anyone went home.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Confessions
It's Really Not So Sweet
It's Really Not So Sweet Part 2 John W. Gilmore Mechanics And The Like--Chapter 2 Dinner was good. Despite that the meat was printed, it tasted great, like regular steak. The vegetables were also great. They had grown them themselves an a very small hydroponic farm. All of them took turns tending to the crops so everyone would learn. Brian was the specialist when it came to farming. He was passing on the information to others while they enjoyed the benefit of having good food.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
It's Really Not So Sweet
It's Really Not So Sweet--Part 4 John W. Gilmore The Real Enemy--Chapter 7 I have never had such horrible dreams in my life. My God! I had been doing this since the Last War. My wife and children had died. I was distraught. I wanted revenge, but I didn't know who was at fault. Was it the enemy who had dropped the bomb? Was it the creators of the bomb shelter? Who was it? I began to look for answers.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
It's Really Not So Sweet
It's Really Not So Sweet--Part 3 John W. Gilmore Sitting On A Sofa--Chapter 5 I slept well in the moving vehicle. It was smooth ride over the snow. Everything was quiet...no pounding rain on the roof, which was new. I loved the silence. I was sleeping in the loft bed this time, underneath the skylight, watching the snow fall onto the window and be blown off quickly from the motion of the van. I could lay like this all day since I was doing my job, traveling from one site to the next. I closed my eyes again.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
Eggs, Rabbits And The Rhythm of Jazz In A City That Never Sleeps
Eggs, Rabbits And The Rhythm of Jazz In A City That Never Sleeps John W. Gilmore The City that never sleeps awakens despite being bruised, beaten and injured by the Covid 19 Pandemic. With fewer people in the streets some of the businesses have shut down as you walk up and down Broadway and along the streets of the upper west side. Some of the restaurants have set up small seating areas open to the elements so people can sit in and eat. Things are diminished. The subway is on a different schedule. The crowds aren’t as heavy, but life still goes on.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Beat
