Sci-Fi Stories

I will be honest, the first few steps were rather difficult. I went through every room inside the house and then moved my attention to the outside of the house. The very first step in my mind was to take stock of each room from an outside perspective. What I found was somewhat promising. What I noticed immediately was the feeling of each room. Certain rooms, even with the bit of clutter,  had more a lived-in feel than a chaotic one. I figured I could hold off on cleaning and getting around to these rooms till later. With all the…

I believe from time to time it is important to sift through all of the junk that piles up in life. This goes for both the physical items acquired through everyday living and the tasks which accumulate as well. It has come to my attention in the past few weeks I have let both of these get out of hand. In the coming weeks, I will make updates on how I started to tackle cleaning up the mess surrounding me. The main purpose behind these posts is to gather information on what I have left undone and why. Along with…

A new position at work is the cause for my silence. At least it’s the main reason however I can’t say that it is the full reason. Part of me has been empty of material for quite some time. The loss of friendships and the gain of a lover should be topics of conversation and fuel for my writing. Yet I feel the words slip away much sooner than they ever have. I have spent a great deal of time wondering if this is for me. The life of a writer that is. I finally found the courage to write…

Life is a single word used to describe the infinite amount of various time lines we all live. While two people may have lived for the same amount of time, they could each experience life in drastically different manners. For a few, life describes the few precious heartbeat’s a child has before it is taken from this world. For others, life describes the accumulation of a hundred and thirty years of loved ones coming and going, memories clear as day and as blurry as thick fog. Life is a unique experience we all have and share in. For me, I…

Emotions crashed over him like waves against rocks. He leaned back in the booth and could feel the tension in his shoulders. How people enjoy things like this he didnt know.  The music blarred at an unusually high decibal. That was the only thing he liked. The world was drowned out and his thoughts muted. Singular voices were lost becoming a babble in the night. Here and there he could make out words and conversations and it annoyed him to no end. So many of them were shallow as a dried up lake bed. The people he could do without.…

Stories should be told about the cracked hearts. The ones bleeding out as their mind determines how much longer they can wait before being officially stood up. Again. Is there a defined time or is it more of a range?  Never the less, it does little to silence the voices which surface or the pain from smouldering. Stories should be told of these missed loves, these casually dismissed futures.  I fear though, no one would read them. Who would wish to learn the shy guy with beads of sweat on his brow would have been an amazing husband and father.…