T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington
Bio
At aged 70 I started to write. I'm a short story writer. I'm a hobby writer, not chasing money, but an audience is very much appreciated. I develop ideas and write from my imagination for family, friends and fellow writers.
Stories (12/0)
Agnes Bought Jim A Corvette in 1971: Why Didn’t He Get It until 2020
Agnes, a spunky 78-year-Sunflower-State native, surprised everyone in 1971 when she waltzed into a fancy Kansas City Chevy dealership and drove out in a sunshine yellow Corvette Stingray. Agnes, they chuckled, was too old for such a hot rod. But Agnes, with a glint in her eye and a mischievous grin, showed them all. She cruised the dusty Kansas backroads, the wind whipping through her silver hair, determined to let everyone know; age is just a number and speed is sexy at seventy-eight (and up to 100mph).
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bingtonabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
The Triumph of Linda Booth Over Her Broken Mind
By Edger Ai Bington Linda Booth had always been a vibrant woman, known for her love of nature and her green thumb. Her garden was once the pride of the neighborhood, a riot of colors and fragrances that brought joy to all who passed by. But life had changed drastically for Linda after a traumatic accident left her with severe form of PTSD that was the source of her agoraphobia anxiety disorder. The thought of stepping outside her front door became paralyzing, and her once-beloved garden fell into neglect.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bingtona day ago in Humans
Operation Thunder Strike: Through My Eyes
The Rising Threat I can’t forget the day I got the call. Our intel had finally confirmed what we’d feared: the Rebel Legion had entrenched themselves in a mountain stronghold, planning their next wave of attacks. The Command Structure of the International Coalition knew we had to act fast, and Task Force Echo was chosen to lead the charge. I am Captain Elena Ramirez, so the weight of the mission was settled on my shoulders, but I was ready. My whole team was.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington2 days ago in Fiction
Why We Like Happy People
by Edger Ai Bington Humans are social creatures, and our well-being often depends on the company we keep. One of the most universally appreciated qualities in others is happiness. Happy people have a unique ability to lift our spirits, spread positivity, and create a more pleasant environment. But what exactly is it about happy people that makes them so likable?
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington2 days ago in Humans
This One Song Can Change a Heart
Ella Fitzgerald never sounded quite right in the dingy confines of The Rusty Nail. The jazz legend's velvety voice, a cherished relic in Loretta’s extensive vinyl collection, was meant for grand concert halls, not this smoke-filled dive on the wrong side of town. Still, here she was, hunched over a lukewarm beer, desperation tugging at her heartstrings.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington2 days ago in Fiction
5 Things You Should NEVER Do on Catalina Island
Ever been to Catalina Island? Yea, me neither. The title says it all, I don’t know if I can follow all those rules. And please notice, there are no numbers in the article, so you’ll have to guess on number 3.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington3 days ago in Wander
Hernandez House At The End Of Antler Circle
The sun, a giant fiery Ojo de Dios, glared down on Antler Circle, baking the dusty street and casting short shadows from the stoic oak trees. At the end of the circle, the old Hernandez house stood like a weathered bullfighter, its sun-bleached brick coat bearing the scars of time. This house, once a boisterous nest brimming with laughter and spicy chorizo smells, now echoed with a different kind of silence: the hush of generations past and the quiet of dwindling disuse.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington3 days ago in Families
Girl's Love Of Art Spreads Happiness And Healing In Unlikely Place
Lily swung her little legs back and forth as she sat at her easel, paints, brushes wipe rags and a water can scattered in front of her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she carefully chose which colors to use next on her painting and which brush to choose.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington3 days ago in Art
The Vaquero’s Quite Farewell
Sitting on the back of a tired old horse, looking in all directions, there was only the vast, undulating embrace of the prairie, where the horizon kisses the sky in a never-ending line. That’s where the Vaquero found himself, nothing but horizon, and very little to break up the view. The very definition of alone, but that’s not how he felt. He was not young in years but rich in the solitude of the plains. At 68, he found himself the guardian of a substantial herd, not by choice but by the necessity of circumstance. His companions were few: a loyal dog whose eyes sparkled with an understanding beyond words, and a horse, old, steady, and true, who had carried the weight of his dreams and sorrows without complaint for nearly a decade.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington3 days ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Pines
By Edger Ai Bington In the heart of a snow-laden forest, far from the bustling streets and glowing city lights, lived Rubinia, a 12-year-old girl whose world was as vast and mysterious as the endless white expanse surrounding her home. The forest, known as the Whispering Pines, was a place of serene beauty, where the snowflakes danced like celestial beings under the moonlit sky. Rubinia's cottage, nestled deep within this wintry wonderland, was a sanctuary of warmth and knowledge.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington25 days ago in Fiction
