Susan F Weimer
Bio
I live in a rural area in upstate New York with my fiancé and three dogs. Mine is a simple life filled with simple pleasures.
Stories (30/0)
I Got Zapped
My sister and I were neighbors. One day as I walked on the road between my sister's house and my decrepit trailer, I glanced over at my old clunker of a car. I didn't know which way to turn. I had money troubles up to my eyeballs and a car that was breaking down every month. Helping my sister babysit her grandchildren added a little money to my income, but not enough to keep that old jaloppy running.
By Susan F Weimerabout a year ago in Humans
All Or Nothing (Continued)
Chapter 7 “Everywhere we go, we hear the same complaints,” Apsu said into his wrist device. He was sitting in a shuttle just outside of one of the mining camps. “leg pain and back pain. They look at me as if I should have some answers, but I’m not a doctor. I don’t know what to tell them.”
By Susan F Weimerabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost Time
Sarah knew she was driving too fast for the condition of the road, but she was late for her appointment. The rain was coming down fiercely and the water was covering the road in places. The turn coming up was sharp but instead of slowing down, Sarah tried to take it at high speed. Her car hydroplaned across the road to the other side and into a deep ditch. The car's airbags failed to deploy and Sarah hit her head forcefully against the top of the door. Everything went dark.
By Susan F Weimerabout a year ago in Fiction
All Or Nothing
All Or Nothing, An Anunnaki Story Chapter One Apsu, dressed in his formal attire, walked through the corridor of the Ma'adim’s Guardian Headquarters heading for the office of Admiral Tolk. No one ever gets called to Tolk's office unless it is something of extreme importance, Apsu thought. He had to admit he was a little more than nervous. He couldn't even imagine why Tolk had summoned him to his office.
By Susan F Weimerabout a year ago in Fiction
My Visit From Beyond
When I was growing up, my brothers had a friend named Wilbur Spangler. He only lived a mile away from us and was often at our house, almost every day. I remember asking my mother why he always left when it was getting dark because I thought he was my brother. (I was very young.)
By Susan F Weimerabout a year ago in Confessions
