2 Minutes Ago

2 minutes ago

By JD Mader Am I thinking? Yes, I am thinking. I am lost in a field of reminiscence. The smell of sunlight on the dry grass is overpowering. I know you are right behind me, although I can’t hear you. You’re so damn quiet. Makes some people nervous. Not me. I wonder about it, though. But I know you won’t appreciate the question, and I don’t know if I have the guts to ask, regardless. You smell that? Yeah, I smell it. Nice, huh? Yup. And my mind is creating flowcharts, letting imaginary conversations blossom and grow firm and full … continue reading…

Mystery of the Cowboy Pilot

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By Jan Verhoeff Investigation is serious business for me. I expect eventually to become an investigator for the FBI. Although my family thinks this is just a phase I’m passing through, I know there’s a future for me to do more than just write about the mysteries I solve. Take today, for instance. My brother, that’s Neill, he’s almost sixteen months younger than me and seriously not into growing a career of investigations. He believes our investigations now will simply be fodder for his books, those ones he wants to write eventually. My sister, Emily, thinks we’re all a little … continue reading…

Broken Promises

This story is a part of Bill’s latest book- Bourbon Nuggets – to be released soon. Written by Bill Clarke Pa had told me the store was operational. When I arrived the next morning chaos reigned. I was grateful for Cynthia’s ability to kick in and go to work, hard work, at that. She stepped up better than most men I’d worked with, and stayed at it longer. The store manager was little more than a drunken fish out of water, unable to tally or organize. The two helpers on the line didn’t either one speak English. Cynthia ordered an … continue reading…

Watching the Grass Grow

Grass grows slowly in Breken Park, I can attest to that fact, because on January 12th, I was watching it grow – right through the snow. I wasn’t bored. There was plenty for me to do. But, there I sat on the side of Breken Park near the frozen pond with the fountain spewing in the middle watching the grass grow. Of course there was the two year old sitting nearby under a picnic table sobbing into her coat sleeve that caught my eye. But, I assure you, I wasn’t watching her. You may have figured out that I’m Neill … continue reading…

Sometime Past Midnight

By Jan Verhoeff I’d already traded my latte for hot cocoa, and my jeans for comfy sweats. The day was done, and I’d worn out my welcome there, I just wanted the new day to arrive. Sitting there by the fire, I thought I’d found a respite. But that wasn’t to be… Silence covered the flickering of the flames, the cracking of burning wood, and the chirping of crickets. I felt alone and secure in my surroundings. Never more alone than deep in a Colorado thicket, save the occasional howl of a coyote, or a snake rattling past. Hunger had … continue reading…

What if… I choose God.

By Sherry Settles Lately, although I hate it, I’ve been suffering from the “what if?s”. What if I hadn’t got cancer? What if I didn’t have these horrible continuing side effects from radiation and chemo? What if life had gone on as normal almost three years ago, and left out that chapter of our lives? What if I had not felt abandoned by some people during my illness? At about 4 this morning, I was lying in bed – tears falling because of the pain in my body and in my heart. As always, when I am awake in the … continue reading…

Dalliance

By Jan Verhoeff Lightning flashed, sizzled, and fractured the skies. Thunder rumbled, roared, and shivered the land beneath her bare feet. Rain splattered the earth, drenching her in chilling droplets that ran in rivulets down her body. She squished her toes together, holding the mud between them and cursing the land. As life drained from her body, she felt the demise of each soul that had surrounded her. Each one more promising than the last, and yet each one pulling power and life from her. They ripped at the silver chord of life, stretching it taunt, pulling at her, jeering … continue reading…

Tormented in the Night

By Jan Verhoeff Kassidy Thomas might have been a willing participant in the untimely demise of her partner, but she wasn’t willing to go down with the ship he captained. Determination was her middle name and she was out to prove herself, no matter what she had to do to accomplish the task. “Kass, I’m just not feeling a party,” his words would reverberate in her memory for as long as she lived. But she knew this moment had to end at some point. He’d chosen his demise and she couldn’t allow it to steal her away as well. She … continue reading…

Just a little lovin’….

By Kera Turner Bill Arnold penned a song in which he was the recipient of ‘just a little lovin’ back in the late 1950’s, and I grew up listening to that song. Either in person, with him singing from the big stage, or on the turntable at home, or randomly some disc jockey would pull it off the shelf and play it for listeners out in radio land. Back then, I knew the words and sang along. I hadn’t thought of that song for many years, until recently… I met a man named Bill who warmed up to my version … continue reading…

Voices from the Past

By Jen Once upon a time, there was a little girl who thought her Opa was the world… She would follow him around the house, helping him wire things, because he was an electrician. She would get her little popcorn popper toy, you know the one with the wheels and the clear dome with bright balls inside that would pop around as you pushed it, and she would follow right behind him as he mowed the lawn. He would scold her when she was naughty, and make her smile when she was sad. As she grew, her love for him … continue reading…