Roy Stevens
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Yawyigo
Jason laughed. Ever since Theresa had stood herself up, she’d been inordinately proud. Now that she was starting to walk, she didn’t miss a chance to show off. When she tripped over the fire log sitting strangely by itself beside her sandbox Jason couldn’t help laughing at her startled expression.
By Roy Stevensabout a month ago in Fiction
What Do You See Little Orange Fellow?
A Brief Introduction: Archie was an unnamed stray who lived for a while in our backyard. One night he was attacked by coyotes who lived in a den not far from our home. Though we heard at least two of the coyotes squealing in pain we had to assume that the beautiful little orange cat I'd just started to try to make friends with was dead.
By Roy Stevensabout a month ago in Poets
The Spear and the Watch
Unexpected grab outta nowhere! The man nearly bowled me over in his enthusiasm. He grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm to an awkward angle. Since I’d been standing like a dorky penguin with hands clasped behind my back and peering downward in a Snoopyish vulture stance, knocking me over would have been easy for anyone. However, this man loomed high above me with his at least six-foot seven frame. Though he was lanky like virtually all of the Nilotic peoples he was all muscle, distilled by a childlike expression of awe and delight across his outrageously handsome face.
By Roy Stevens2 months ago in Wander
Dear George
Dear George Who later became Derrick, The concrete playground was always hotter than need be, and we children ran with sweaty joy to be free from times-tables, verbs and the drudge of Geography. In class I asked why we couldn’t rocket our garbage to the sun, you sat way in the back racing Hot Wheels for fun.
By Roy Stevens2 months ago in Poets
Reptile Brain
For some of you living in the really big urban centres; New York, Delhi, Tel Aviv, London, this might seem a bit strange but please keep in mind that I’m talking about a slightly different, smaller but still urban experience. In a place like Hamilton, Ontario, a larger medium-sized city if you can make any sense of that, growing up in the 1970s meant relatively little exposure to open street crime. Therefore, his actions came as a shock to the fourteen-year-old me. I was very young and inexperienced, so I’ll excuse myself with that reasoning.
By Roy Stevens2 months ago in Confessions
Based On Actual Events
Eyes open. Feet, human feet in their rich cladding. Smells, all alien; human again. No water and no water plants, but fish! Out of no logic in this hard place the smell of fish. Under paw pads the hard, very flat ground is thrumming. The only sound seems to be an unimaginably loud roaring threat response from some otter so large he can hardly believe it’s possible. It shakes the space all around.
By Roy Stevens2 months ago in Fiction
The Sky is the Limit
A young happy couple was enjoying their flight from New York to Paris. Jennifer was very pretty in her beige skirt and white blouse. Around her neck she wore a beautiful pendant given to Jennifer by her grandmother before she died. She looked at her handsome new husband. “I love you,” she said to him.
By Roy Stevens2 months ago in Fiction
Non Fatuum Huc Persecutus Ignem
Can an airborne mote of dust be said to be ‘flying’? The mote in question floated up to a height of some 500 feet on an updraft formed by the topography of the land. Mountains several thousand feet tall rose on both sides of a long fjord-like extension of the sea beyond an island chain just off the coastline.
By Roy Stevens2 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Sky's the Limit Challenge
Ballistic
Uh oh, there was something weird about the kick from the floor plate this time and now I’m pretty sure that I’m moving way faster than I should be. It’s hard for me to tell, it’s not like I popped out of my mother with a pitot tube attached to me. That would have been funny for the birth attendants- “Remove Before Flight Tag”- but awful hard on my mom!
By Roy Stevens2 months ago in Fiction
