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Ted wished he could wipe the sweat off his brow. It had run down into his eyes a few times and it stung like crazy. He hoped he wouldn’t have an itch to scratch since clearly that wasn’t going to happen either. He looked over at Jim, the picture of calmness, methodically spraying the trinite back and forth, back and forth. They had been out for about 45 minutes this run, hard at work the whole time. People’s lives depended on them finishing this and getting it right. Read the rest of this entry
(Forty-five, Anteater, Karma)
I walked into the hospital room they put my son in. I was tired, kind of in shock. It was a semi-private room, holding a bathroom and two beds, separated by floor to ceiling curtains that could be drawn back. My son Donald was in the bed by the door. His appendix had burst. None of us had recognized the symptoms and by the time we realized there was something seriously wrong my husband Bill had to call an ambulance. Bill would come in the car, as soon as he got my sister to sit with our six-year old daughter. Read the rest of this entry
Jim Rivers, a navigator, now finds himself leading the crew of the Valiant Explorer. He has awakened everyone on board and held a conference with all the section leaders to detail the situation – their ship veered off course and has brought them into a strange solar system that is going supernova – in 3 days. They cannot outrun it. While everyone is shocked, a few voices of reason prevail – giving the team a possible plan to survive the explosion.
They have decided to salvage usable parts from the ship and forge enough trinite to seal the connection points between as many modules as possible, in effect creating one very long spacecraft. A memorial service was given for the captain and his first in command who died when a fire damaged their pods.
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When we last left the story, the Valiant Explorer has gone off course. The computer woke Jim from a deep cryonic sleep to inform him that the nearest star is about to go supernova and that there isn’t time to outrun it. The captain and next in command are dead in their pods. Jim finds himself in charge and has to decide if it is his moral and ethical duty to wake the rest of the crew and tell them of their impending deaths, or if he should let them sleep – and die blissfully, peacefully unaware.
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When last we left navigator Jim Rivers, he had come out of his frozen sleep on board the Valiant Explorer. The Valiant is a self-contained top of the line excavation and processing facility. Massive in size and purpose, it mines (among other things) the new and valuable metal Trinite.
Jim stirred. The darkness was made of ice. Fits of shivering left little warmth and instinctively he clenched into a ball trying to conserve body heat. His mind tried to make sense of the sensory input and was failing. Soon he would have to open his eyes and find out why he was in such distress but he didn’t want to – he wanted to go back to sleep and dream. He tried to imagine sparkling clear ocean waves crashing overhead as he scuba dived on a coral reef. But no, the water was cold and the rock was hard. Another bout of shivering rattled his head against the floor and caused him to wince. Enough. Read the rest of this entry
As published in “The Valdosta Magazine” in the Summer 2010 issue.
Do you remember Grandma’s farm? My Grandma’s farm was in Echols County, Georgia in an area known as Mayday, and it was a wonder. Watching a black-widow in the burn barrel out in the back field. Picking up snake skins out of the tall golden grass, counting the rattles and then checking all over because he might still be around. Memories of the farm. Read the rest of this entry
If Only I…
Carla Chapel walked on dirty leaves, twigs and branches; all signs of the actual trail had been lost some time ago. She couldn’t even see the sun, with the overcast sky and wind whipping the treetops. Goosebumps prickled her shoulders and arms. A tear slid down her cheek; another soon joined it. Now what am I supposed to do? She wondered. If it hadn’t been for that old woman she wouldn’t even be out there. No phone, no flashlight, no coat. How did I end up like this? She thought back.
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Grace, Blue, Okefenokee
“The best survival kit in the world is right between your ears, son.” My father used to tell me as we slogged through knee-deep black water on one of our many hunting trips. He carried a small backpack, filled with things like waterproof matches he had made himself, a small jar of petroleum jelly and some cotton balls, Read the rest of this entry
Howl, New England, Antique
She drove down the coast, looking at the scenery and listening to the radio. Autumn brought so many vivid colors to the New England coast, it was truly a blessing to drive along enjoying the bounty. A day spent in quiet reflection. Somedays she liked to just drive. No destination in mind, she would end up wherever she was and come back when she got ready to. There’s something warm and fuzzy about seeing the bright colors on the trees, scarecrows in overalls stuffed with straw on front porches and bright orange pumpkins on every step. Richly colored Indian Corn pinned to the front door of the antique shop on Main St. There were apples and jugs of cider for sale at every farm stand. Read the rest of this entry