My long search continues.
Light My Fire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But, of course, before genetic engineering became inexpensive and widely available, there weren’t a lot of things. You didn’t see dogs that could talk, pigs playing chess, or cats with attitudes. Okay, maybe the cats. But the point is it’s illegal to genetically engineer anything.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Generations ago, it was a lush, peaceful land. Each spring, the river flooded, depositing a rich bed of fertile soil. The inhabitants tended their crops and raised horses, cows, pigs, and chickens. They taught the children to respect their elders and lend a hand to those less fortunate. At harvest time, they held a fair and invited people of goodwill to partake in the festivities. During these times, they renewed friendships, trading agreements, and strengthened the bonds of peace. But, of course, that was before the Outcast arrived.
“Adolf again with the dark colors, too much gray and black. Why not add color to your paintings?” said the art professor. Adolf threw his brush down and looked up at the professor. His eyes teared up. He had been working on the assignment for the last fourteen hours. His stomach growled, and he was ready to fall over from exhaustion. “You told me to paint what I feel. To dig deep inside and let it flow out onto the canvas.”
Our Hearts Pump Blue and Yellow
My tears flow blue and yellow as I watch, hope, and pray for Ukraine. As a story as old as humankind is once again brought to bear. Ever since we stood up straight and formed into tribes, one has tried to oppress the other. All too often, the oppressed have lingered in servitude for years. But every so often, a stand for freedom is made. Sometimes it’s an individual — Gandhi, Mandela, King — causing the injustice to be reflected back upon society. Sometimes it’s a young girl — Malala Yousafzai — standing against a tide of oppression. And sometimes a nation — America 1776, Britain 1939, Ukraine 2022 — says no more. We will fight for our freedom or leave the ground stained with our blood. The tribes have gotten larger and far more dangerous, but the story stays the same. Today my heart pumps blue and yellow.
Three Ways to Make Money with Bitcoin
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Short Story Fiction and Poetry Writing Contest
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The Barn Owl Sitter
The moment I saw the old witch, I knew answering the ad for a Barn Owl Sitter was a mistake. She was old school, bent over and crooked, large nose with a wart, skin a greenish tint, dressed in black, witch’s hat, standing over a kettle, slowly mixing a brew. I had pictured a young, attractive witch like Samantha from the old TV series “Bewitched”, or even Jennie from “I dream of Jennie”, instead I stepped into a scene from “Macbeth”.
Third Great Incantations Bracket Challenge
We held third Great Incantations bracket challenge, with 30 members taking part. The rules were simple; read the stories in your bracket and pick your favorites. It was a friendly competition, with only bragging rights on the line.
The Last Flight
With its foundation made of rocks crudely mortared into place, large rough-cut beams with hatchet marks visible, and a hayloft overlooking the large interior, the barn was full of mystery and wonder, a place from another time. Johnathan, a wizard of some renowned, had come to check on Oscar, his trusted barn owl.