Robert Taylor
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The Box on the Porch
The Box on the Porch It was Saturday morning when the doorbell chimed. “Who the heck would that be?” I was in the kitchen nursing my cup of coffee. I put it down, walked through the living room and answered the door. There was no one there but a two-foot high box was sitting there. I looked outside and could see a van driving off down the street.
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Horror
Dust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 7 – Back to Reality I looked at the road ahead. It seemed to be mile after mile of the same horse path, winding along. The car was objecting to the rocks that I was doing my best to avoid. There was no sign of the dust devil that had gotten us into this. It was up to it to get us out and hopefully put us on the right road to our son Billy and his wife, Joanne's, house. I could see no sign of the dust devil.
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Futurism
Dust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 6 - A New Power We retired to our room sometime later, well-fed and watered, although the 'water' was a strong alcoholic mead. It took us less than a minute to fall asleep, after both of us acquainted ourselves with the 'facility'. In fact, we reacquainted ourselves several times during the night.
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Futurism
Dust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 3 – Medieval Times I could not believe my eyes. There was a town at the bottom of the other side of the hill. A medieval town, I should mention. It had a wooden wall around it and a single gateway in the front. Probably, here would be a get-away tunnel or other type of exit in the back. I suspected they closed the gates at night. I know I would. In medieval times, you never knew who or what could be lurking in the dark of night. I was not even considering the possibility of there being dragons around. I certainly wasn't going to say anything about dragons to Shirley.
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Futurism
Dust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 2 – Twice turned around After I turned the car around, we drove carefully back the way we had come, keeping our eyes peeled for any sign of dust devils. The road was full of rocks, holes, the occasional branch and uneven. It went up and down, jogged to the side, and back again. I really had to go slow and watch every foot of the road ahead.
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Futurism
A Special Christmas
A Special Christmas A Chance Meeting… Jeremy, 22, was not inspired. Shopping was something he hated doing. Either salespeople coming up to him and saying, “Hi there. Can I show you something today? Hey, you’re a good-looking young fellow, what about…”
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Humans
Dust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 1 – The Dust Devil It was a sunny day and the long, boring road across the flat plains was broken only be an occasional antelope scampering across the highway. Fluffy cumulus clouds drifted lazily by overhead. My wife was listening to the radio while I kept my eyes on the hypnotic white line that divided the two-lane expanse of pavement.
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Futurism
Hearing Voices
What is a normal day for me as a writer? My wife works an early shift, so our alarm goes off at 3:50am. Yikes! I drive my wife to work. She starts at 5:00am. Returning home, I go back to bed for half an hour to an hour. Then I usually start writing around 6:00am. I try to write 1500-2000 words per day, which translates to 3-4 pages, or a short, short story. In the past three years I have written somewhere over 150 short stories and four novels.
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Confessions
It is their World Now
It is their world now I hear them constantly shrieking and clawing as they searched for any human that might still not have been captured. It is their world now. The important thing is that they have not found me yet. Hiding is becoming more difficult as more of them seem to arrive all the time.
By Robert Taylor2 years ago in Futurism
