I got this idea on Saturday while on my morning walk. The song “Cry for You” came up and this idea unfolded in my mind. I grabbed my smartphone and recorded the idea so that it wouldn’t be lost among my synapses. “Funny, I don’t remember waking up this morning.” […]
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I came up with this idea in December of 2011, while reading Juliet Dark’s Demon Lover. I really need to start writing this one. Just this little description makes me want to read it. What about you? —– A little girl watches her friend stolen away by faeries and suffers […]
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.
Remember these commercials from the 1970s?
Well, that famous “Calgon, take me away!” line inspired a fantasy story I’m working on. Here’s the opening.
Angelica hated Fridays more than any other day of the week. It was always the longest day. She worked for four hours in the morning, went to school in the afternoon, and took care of the twins in the evening. The third chore not only was a strain on her emotional well being, it strained her social life as well.
Friday is the day that people go out to party. It is the prime date day. Its the day that people finally get to relax after a hectic week. But not so for Angelica. Her parents belonged to a club that met every Friday night, and it was Angelica’s job, as eldest child, to take care of Rodney and Rebbecca.