A short story based on this prompt: The whacky antique dealer took pictures near a broken refrigerator about an hour ago to discover the secret.
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I have this idea for a time travel Christmas story. It is still in the concept formation stages, but I have an opening I’d like to share with you …. Gabriel, the lead character, is obsessed with going back in time to see Christ’s birth in person. When he finally makes it, he discovers something that shatters his faith at first, but over the course of the story regains it with a deeper understanding of God and the Universe.
After much deliberation, calculation and sweat, some sleepless nights and long days, Gabriel pinpointed the exact time of Christ’s birth. He wasn’t a theologian, nor a historian. He was a physicist, but in his spare time he dabbled in history, astronomy and time travel.
You could say it all started one Sunday in May around a year ago. However, as it is with most things, it really started when Gabriel was much, much younger, when he was but five years old.
Gabriel attended the midnight mass with his parents, like he did every year — although he couldn’t remember doing so. Since he lived in a small community, everyone knew everyone else and it was a community tradition to have a reenactment of Christ’s birth during the midnight mass at St. Mary’s.
A woman, dressed in a blue shawl, placed a baby in the crib on the alter. This year was special. The community had a newborn child to play the important role instead of the usual doll.
The baby cooed.
I was once challenged … either by a teacher or a contest, I can’t remember which … to write a three wishes story. This is what I came up with. I think it still needs a little work, but is a fun read anyway.
She slips her final nickel into the one-armed bandit. She pulls the arm. Cherry. Lemon. Plum. Her nickel falls back out.
“Phew! Am I glad to be out of there!”
“Who said that?” She looks around and sees no one. She shrugs her shoulders and picks up her nickel.
“Hey! That tickles!”
“What? Who said that?”
People nearby look at her and go on with their gambling.
“Me. Who else?”
“Who? I don’t see anyone.” This time she whispers.
“The nickel in your hand, stupid!”
“The nickel? But money can’t talk!”
“Wishing nickels can.”
“Yeah! You can now make three wishes, on me.”
Back in the early 1990s, I got an idea for a ghost story in which a serial killer gets his come-uppance from a haunted semi. I even took a class on the psychology of serial killers to research the story. Here’s the opening. The highway stretched for seemingly endless flat […]
Way back when Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel were still airing, I came up with an idea that I never pitched. I’m kind of glad I didn’t as the story has really evolved its own mythos and I think will make a nice, mildly humorous series of short stories […]
This short story, written while I was in High School was inspired by Franz Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis.” My Dad would drop me off at school around 7am on the way to his work. I would wonder the corridors, all alone, and on one particular day it was very foggy. That’s […]