U.B. Light
Bio
U.B. Light writes fantastical fiction to explore heavy subjects and transform them into light. His first novel, Flicker: Light of a Lantern, debuted in December 2019. Please subscribe, like, share, and if a story touches you, a small tip.
Stories (26/0)
Imagine Our Life
Bullets flew through the air, and against the sculpture of an angel on either side of the sculpture's base, a Russian male soldier and a Ukranian woman who has taken up arms, caught their heaving breaths. The explosion of a grenade in the distance kicked dirt their way as their ears rung from the destructive sound. They each let out a painful moan, and in that moment, alerted each to the other's presence. The muzzle of their machine guns edged out in front of the statue and they turned abruptly to face each other, their machine guns pointed at each other, their fingers on the trigger, and there they froze as their eyes locked, and under the sculpture of angelic wings they shared a blessed moment, given both the power of telepathy and foresight.
By U.B. Light2 years ago in Humans
The JOMO of my New Year's Eve
To begin, Happy New Year, to all of us. I can tell you how my New Year's Eve was going to be. It was going to be with a woman, in Costa Rica, with fireworks, in a lush forest setting overlooking a volcano. New Years Day would be hot springs, suspension bridges, and waterfalls. However, that relationship ended some moons ago.
By U.B. Light2 years ago in Journal
A stepping stone to Gratitude?
The holidays are full of ritual, and implicit in winter holiday celebrations is to give thanks and be jolly. Motivational speaker Les Brown shared the sentiment, "it's easy to be thankful when your health is good, your relationships are good, and you have plenty of money . . . but the real test, the real test, is when you get knocked down."
By U.B. Light2 years ago in Motivation
The Fable of the Rainbow
PART I. THE FABLE OF THE RAINBOW: The rain began to subside. A frog sat on a fallen tree branch under the cover of low hanging leaves strumming his ukulele a song about rainbows. High above, within the canopy, a male macaw sang to his beloved, Scarlet, and their newborn chic, Maco; he placed his wing around his lifelong mate, his foot playfully on his son’s head, and belted out the chorus of the frog’s tune, “the lovers, the dreamers and ma maa maaaa mmmmmeeeeEEEEEEE!”
By U.B. Light3 years ago in Fiction
Die on "E"
In the future, the world has burned, but the elite live lavishly on the resources that remain, and forced all others into camps of destitute poverty. Those in camps have one chance to change their position. Race. Win, and the road is paved in fame and fortune. Lose, and lose your life. The cars and drivers are linked by a biological interface; what happens to the car happens to the driver. If your energy gauge reaches the red "E," it's game over. The drivers have one motto, "Die on E," but if you win, you might just get out, of the Rat Races.
By U.B. Light3 years ago in Fiction
The Ascent of Skye
She sat on her bedroom floor with her stuffed brown bear clutched in her arms gazing at the rain that bounced violently against the window. The whispers of her mom’s phone conversation, “I just don’t know what else to do . . . I know . . . yes . . . right . . . I know she’s been through . . . I’m scared . . . I’m worried Skye won’t get through this,” wept through the door and caused two silent tears to run down the tracks of the young teenage girl’s face. Skye squeezed her bear tighter and spoke in her own whisper, “I don’t want to be in this world anymore.”
By U.B. Light3 years ago in Fiction
The Barn That Saved Me
I needed a private place. My feet dragged along twigs and sod as I headed to the old abandoned barn. In my right hand, a twelve-foot rope dragged along with the same despaired movement of my feet. The left side of the barn door was intact, but the right side looked like some monster took a bite of the door and left it ravaged. I swung it open and the door bounced against the wailing hinge three, four, five times.
By U.B. Light3 years ago in Fiction
A Locket to Lock Your Heart
Yellow. Fucking yellow. It’s the fucking color of caution. It means to fucking slow down. You would think we would have heeded caution, we would have slowed down instead of rushing to get the yellow locket, the heart-shaped necklace given to us after they jabbed our arms with their fucking poison. We were told if you want to stay in this world, you need this locket. That was a fucking lie. Good chance you might survive. It was also not a lie. Because without a locket you got locked out of life. Might as well be a fucking ghost.
By U.B. Light3 years ago in Fiction
Flicker: Light of a Lantern
The origin for Flicker began with consideration of the concept, "Darkness cannot push out darkness, only light can do that," so poetically placed into action by the example of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. If the resolution to a problem requires a shift in consciousness from the consciousness that created the problem," as poetically presented by Albert Einstein, I wondered what metaphorical and mythic characters would shape such a story, what kind of adventure would they go on, and how would they change and evolve? To my surprise, it was a humble lightning bug who came to speak with me.
By U.B. Light3 years ago in Journal