Aaron 4

When Aaron was thirteen a voice came to him, and it said “Remember.” Pre-teen Aaron, full of hormones and the desires that came with them, replied “Yeah, yeah.” And the voice said “Remember.” And Aaron replied with vigor, “Alright already, you don’t have to keep saying that.” The voice said “We have plans.” “I know,Continue reading “Aaron 4”

Aaron 1

A long time ago, a child was born, a boy, soon to be named Aaron. There he was minding his own business, in the warmest, safest, snuggest place he could be. He had no wants or desires, no cares, no worries. He received a steady supply of nutrients so he never went hungry, as if heContinue reading “Aaron 1”

I kiss her cheek…

.., and pull back. My thumb caresses her cheek now, slowly, softly. I put my cheek to hers, as my fingers find her ear lobe, stroking it, until my fingertips gently move down her neck. I feel her shiver as her hand covers mine. I feel the tears forming, unbidden, but knowing they would makeContinue reading “I kiss her cheek…”

Life Goes On

“Awake again, I see.” Gerald looked out the large bay window of the living room to the dying sea-side town that once held his greatest wish, to live out his life with his wife. She, like the town, died due to disastrous hurricane winds that took out the piers, the boats, and many of theContinue reading “Life Goes On”

There are those…

…who wonder why there is so much space in space. Some scientists believe that the distances between galaxies can be attributed to The Big Bang, as it flung galaxies far and wide, in no discernible direction, to somehow fill up space. These scientists were wrong, and have been flogged in front of an audience ofContinue reading “There are those…”

This is something I wrote…

…for a competition. It’s an incomplete children’s tale. I would appreciate some feedback on it. And pleas, be brutally honest. Benin (Bay-nin) In a small hut, in a fishing village, a boy was born, and he was named Benin. His Mother was so happy to have a son. Taking him in her arms, she tookContinue reading “This is something I wrote…”