Creative thoughts from a logical thinker
She came into his existence softly. Almost silently.
Sitting quietly, watching the mayhem unfold.
A casual conversation. A smile. The start.
A moment in time shared.
The same drink.
The same place.
The same continent. Again.
A connection, innocent but tangible.
Potential, as yet unrealized.
An aura, beautiful and strong.…
It’s been a while since I posted here. Since that time I’ve experienced some surprising highs and some shattering lows. Life has a funny habit of heading you down roads that you never dreamed you’d take, and shifting your perspectives and priorities in surprising ways. They say that the one constant is change – I’d agree with that, but with a caveat – faith.…
When we’re young we are immortal. At least that’s how it feels to us at the time. Nothing we do can hurt us, and everyone around us is also immortal.
Having children changed all that, and mortality crept in at an alarming rate. I’d just got used to the fact that we’re not all here forever when it started.…
Words didn’t come easily to him. Years of heavy labor toiling in the mine had left him with a grimace that reflected the harshness of his life, and his quiet demeanor had served him well until now – now he had a choice to make.
She had been by his side forever – keeping a home for the large man, providing him with meals, children and physical intimacy but now she had had enough; her view of the world had changed and that new perspective had given her insight into how others lived their lives and the ways that they loved, laughed and enjoyed each others’ company.…
It had been a rough period for him – his business had failed, he’d lost his home and later his wife, and the emotional toll was, he felt, significant.
Debt and death had a funny way of reaching into the depths of one’s being and shutting out the light he mused, and as he reflected on the past few years he realized that his world was much darker than he had previously thought.…
Her life was ending and they all knew it.
Huddled around the bed in the darkened room they watched as she lay quietly awaiting the inevitable.
A pause in her breathing, her heart slowing, they stood close and held her hand as she slipped away.
There was peace in that moment; months of fighting the battle were suddenly replaced by calm.…
It had never been easy managing the population of New Chicago – the undersea colony deep in the Mariana Trench about 1,000 miles north of the Challenger Deep, but as an essentially self-sufficient biospshere it had become necessary to do so in the two decades since the outpost had come online.…
He could feel it; the poison running through his veins with a burning ferocity that was consuming him from within. How ironic he thought, that the bottle was marked “Love Potion No. 4”.
He’d had no luck wooing the girl he’d been dreaming about for years, and so he had made his way to the French Quarter where in a dingy backstreet store he had explained his plight to perhaps the oldest woman he’d ever seen, and left a short time later with the small blue-grey bottle.…
What he wanted most in life was to be happy. He’d told himself this so many times over the years that the words had long ago lost any real significance. It was more of a mantra than an objective nowadays.
The thought behind the oft-used phrase seemed innocuous enough and indeed it was a laudable goal that he sought, but he had never really done anything towards achieving it; he was a dreamer, a man seemingly unable to master his own destiny.…