R.C. Alderson
Bio
Retired technology professional, believing in nature and happenstance.
Stories (13/0)
Shady Succor
Jason had been walking for three days. His feet were sore, his legs were tired, and his stomach was growling. A hot meal and a steaming shower were teasing his imagination. The dusty country road he currently thought of as home offered no immediate prospects for any such comforts, but, nevertheless, it currently owned him.
By R.C. Alderson12 months ago in Fiction
First Flight
Jeff Sloan was my roommate at school. We had been staying at his house in Sacramento over spring break. But on this morning, the second morning of our stay, Jeff's father had offered to take us in his airplane on a sight-seeing flight over to San Francisco and back.
By R.C. Aldersonabout a year ago in Fiction
Working The Farm
“So, what makes us different?” Brenda asked. “Communication,” Alan said. “God gave us two things he didn’t give to any other animal species — the ability to reason and the ability to communicate with others of our species.” Brenda and her brother, Alan were debating mankind’s place in the universe as they worked on their chores.
By R.C. Alderson3 years ago in Fiction