Phillip Johnson
Bio
Quietly questioning the quips,querries,quandries and quagmires while questing for quail.
Stories (4/0)
Heart of the Woods
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Humans do silly things sometimes; they are so scared of the dark that they often don't think of the things they invite with something as simple as a flickering candle. They may have made it to the morning with their organs intact if they had just broken in and stayed quiet. The mental giant we are talking about was on the lam after accidentally killing the clerk in a failed liquor store robbery. The good choices roll to hiding in our woods in an abandoned cabin. Winner.
By Phillip Johnson2 years ago in Horror
Sunnie sandwiches, Sunburns and Sodas
Summer food for me always tasted of the bug spray, sunscreen, and lake funk that accompanied every meal eaten in a screened-in porch. And all of the salads were primarily made of meat and mayonnaise washed down with copious amounts of Dr. Pepper, later replaced by lukewarm PBR. Everything that came off the grill when I was young seemed to be seasoned with charcoal briquettes and tended to be overcooked yet always cold by the time it reached my plate. It is also hardly a summer memory without the familiar reek of old gold cigarettes that had been snubbed out and relit far too many times. Despite the description, most of my summer meals lack this olfactory component of summer. I find it missed more than I would have ever thought.
By Phillip Johnson2 years ago in Humans
The Wormholes of IO
There weren't always dragons in the valley, the sea wasn't full of Kaiju, and the mountains belonged to the goats before the Giants showed up. The world that would come to be known as IO was just an untamed wild forest planet, similar to terrain found on earth, full of perfectly normal animals that lead ordinary everyday lives. Sure the trees were always pan-dimensional beings that would whisper hints about the future, but are you sure that earth trees don't have that in common.
By Phillip Johnson2 years ago in Fiction