There once was a time when there were too many people. It was a time when it wasn’t hard to have a baby. Nature tried to solve this problem. There was famine. Drought. Disease. But there were also too many doctors trying to save the babies; a noble, if not self-defeating, endeavor. It was a […]
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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 read this quote in Time magazine and was inspired: Konstantin Feoktistov, a former Soviet cosmonaut, … pointed out that it might be possible someday soon to “download” the entire contents of a human brain into a computer, the way a file on a PC can be transferred onto a floppy disk, and broadcast it […]
I’ve been working on this idea of an angelic dancer who appears to the survivors of an apocalypse to help bring them together and save the human race. Here is a short snippet from one of my drafts. Reg took a towel out of his knapsack and wrapped it around his left fist. Turning his […]
The crunching sound of someone walking along the path broke the silence of the refuge. Silence, of course, defined as a place where no human ear is receiving sound waves. The refuge is a place where nature thrives and the half-way-there souls await their payment. Today, after centuries of only birds singing, animals scurrying and […]
Written June 17, 2004: My Dearest Family, I’m sorry I haven’t written you since I left home, but I’ve been quite busy. Tom and I had a lovely time on our honeymoon in the Asteroid Belt. The many places to see and to eat are fabulous. I was going to write you when we got […]
I found it! The snippet I told you about in the Nairobi Meyers sketch. Here ya go! She stood in the doorway. Her right hand was holding a weapon, her left was on the door frame. Her eyes flamed. Just by the way she stood, you could tell of her anger. Her vertical pupils pulsed […]
Here is another sample chapter draft from Lord Vayne. The crunch of autumn leaves sent the squirrels scurrying for the trees. Maria enjoyed this time of year for its rich colours and sounds, if not for its temperature. No longer a young woman, the cold hurt her joints. But even this pain would not keep […]
This is still a work in progress, but I thought it’d be nice to share with you the prologue I have so far for Lord Vayne. Flight Somewhere, in a seldom-traveled quadrant of a galaxy, a star exploded, sending waves of radiation out and away. The Tengali raced at full thrust, trying to out-run the […]
This is one of my favorite short stories. I’m still looking for a good market for it. But in the meantime, I’m sharing it with you here. Word count: 533 The last orange rays sparkle serenely upon the ocean. The laughing call of gulls fades. The water plays a game of now-I’m-here-now-I’m-not with the shore. […]