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Wind Came Whipping Cross the Plain

Some days, staying put just makes sense. Cup of coffee, wool blanket, and a good book. The norther had roared in from the north, a tall line of grey cloud over a darker mass of snow and wind. Ted had pulled into the old farmhouse in as the first flakes had started to blow, and […]

Three Little Words

“Say it.” “It.” “No, c’mon. It’s not so tough: three little words…” “Three little words.” She snorted, flipping her short brown hair off of her cheek and over her ear. The smallest hint of a smile played at the corner of her eyes. He continued to walk towards dinner, hands in his pockets, her arm […]


There are arguments which will end up in mutual reconciliation, arguments in which end with one party groveling, and some arguments for which there are no words applicable. In the final case, the arguments fall into two polar cases. In the better of the two cases, there is one party who, in hindsight, was completely […]


The swell broke over the heaving deck of the submarine. Reaching behind him, Seaman Martin took the five inch round from the feeder, cradling it in his left hand and steering it with his right, into the waiting breech of the cannon. “Loaded” he called out over the reports from the small arms in the […]

Trainer (12 January 2007)

The surreal thing was watching the wheels spin below him, Feeling the exertion in his legs and lungs, but still having the sweat fall straight down from his nose and impact the floor. Winter training was a lonely beast, he thought, clicking down a cog and really stomping on the pedals. His trainer was in […]

11 January 2007

The black book was nondescript, lying on the ground . Opening the cover revealed an inscription: If found, please return to : Bob Dickerson, Stonington, Ct.”. Inside was a diary, a record of a life. Frankly, there wasn’t much there – meetings, vacations, small social events. Bob lead a mundane existence as a regional sales […]

10 January 2007

The mist had rolled in off of the sound, giving the impression f being in a room too small, in an unheated house. He pulled his jacket ighter around his chest, and continued the trudge to the bar. Yellow light spilled out of the ancient doorway into the street, and the warmth of human bodies, […]