And what, you ask does writing, teach us?
First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.
You go shopping for new clothes because your clothes, those month old rags, are too big on you. Lovesickness has done what no diet could.
You think his constant twitch and front gold tooth are cute, especially when he smiles.
You’re deathly afraid of needles, but your thinking about getting tattoos that are so elaborate it will take five sessions. “I LOVE YOU,” in nine different languages all in different fonts.
You are a very private person, but he calls you “snookie doodle” in public and you don’t mind.
Love is the only currency that matters, even if your real bank says your account is overdrawn.
You’ve been told that sleep deprivation is a good sign and you believe it.
You will find that plenty of orange juice and two aspirin will not clear up your Lovesickness.
Unfortunately, with time it disappears.
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No man would remove Captain Prichard's body, not out of respect, but out of fear. Eccles Aziz, a native from an island I cannot recall, told the men to leave the captain until we were out of the "Devil Waters," he called them.
Every night the waves crashed and every morning another crew member vanished. After fifteen days our numbers shrunk to twenty and by now even the strongest was shaken. We broke into groups of five and never allowed a man to be alone even if he had to relieve himself or worse.
Later that day myself, Oliver Furlong, Boland Ashmand, Allard Till, and Glen Fitton were returning from below deck. Nothing looked out of the ordinary and I was the first to climb the narrow ladder up topside. I was followed by everyone except Allard Till.
"Where is Till," I asked.
"Right behind me. He said after you mad'am," said Oliver Furlong.
"Allard, Allard," we yelled, but he did not respond.
"Let's go down there," I said, but everyone froze.
Tobin came over and I told him about Till. With pistols in our hands and long knives in our belts we descended into the hole. There was no sign of Alard Till anywhere on the Valorous.
The madness continued and men vanished but no one witnessed anyone disappear. It was as though they jumped ship and swam away. Even when men stood watch somehow one of the sleeping men would fade from sight and in the morning that man would be gone. They spoke of sleeping in a group each man's leg tied to another, but when one needed to turn over or stand up the group rebelled.
With teeth gritted he said, "We are leaving this ship with or without you.
Suddenly, Captain Prichard's body fell from foremast and landed on the ship's deck. His rotted body had slipped from the nails and now it lay motionless at our feet. His layer of skin was now almost all gone exposing just brittle bones.
Men's eyes darted from the Captain's corpse to one another messaging their need to abandon ship. As four men moved towards the longboat no one saw the first oncoming wave. It hit the ship with a force knocking everyone to their knees, but before we could stand up another wave crashed on top of us. One wave after the other pounded the Valorous with a surge of violence we had never encountered. Each man was tossed around the ship's deck like a child's small doll then abruptly just as the waves had begun they stopped.
Attempting to regain our senses a sound began as a low whistle alerting each of us. It grew in intensity as it approached and screamed like a thousand banshees forcing us to cover our ears. I do not know about the others, but the noise seeped into my head through the cracks between my fingers. Closing my eyes I screamed louder than I have ever screamed. My head was about to burst.
They immediately opened my closet and brought out two large coats. The first coat barely fit, but the second definitely was a challenge. It took a few minutes of pulling and tugging, but eventually, they succeeded.
There I was, years before they became popular, I looked like one of the "South Park," kids.
This is my second novel, inspired by those scientists and people who believe man's creation and dependence on Artificial Intelligence will also lead to his demise.
The CEO of TechnoSunland, the nation's 4th largest corporation has implemented a formula, which will accelerate humankind's demise. In his plan, he will leave the Country intact, its streets, its buildings, and its parks. Everything that man has built he desires for his new order, there is only one element purposely missing in his vision, man.
Lee, Larry, and Steve, three recent college graduates innocently accept job offers at TS and find themselves in the center of this monster's diabolical plan.
Scientists argue that machines would automatically know and care about human values, which would not pose a threat to man's well-being.
Others argue vehemently that Artificial Intelligence will want to wipe out the human race, either out of revenge or out of the core desire for survival.
It will begin with the loss of jobs, man is being replaced by machine. In time, man will be unable to keep up with the machines by designing himself out of existence. Soon afterward man will discover it is not the arrogance of the machine, as much as it is the ambivalence of man himself,...which will destroy man.
A short story about Rory, a young modern-day cowboy and his horse, El Paso. It is a warm summer morning in Arizona, and the boy and his horse are minding their own business, practicing a rope trick.
Three young boys wander by and begin taunting and making fun of both the boy and his horse. However, today Rory and El Paso decide they have had enough bullying and ridicule.
This is a story of how a simple misunderstood gesture from one disrupts the balance and contentment of another.
Nicholas Toulard is a celebrated baker, known throughout the world. However, Nicolas is not motivated by fame. He does not have a bakery empire with stores throughout the city of Paris.
No, Nicholas has a single small bakery in a quaint small neighborhood. Although fame bestowed its gift on Nicolas, he remains humble but proud. Every day the baker happily goes about his daily routine, until one day, when a young boy named Pierre throws the baker's world into disarray.
Roger Hillstein has recently retired to a quiet way of life, but immediately life has other ideas. He meets Stephanie, and his calm existence quickly disappears. Soon, he discovers that this woman is an ever-changing chameleon, with a varied past. Through Stephanie, Roger has learned that he has only existed, and has not lived. With the encouragement of this quirky woman, a cautious Roger soon finds himself caught up in the middle of speed boat races, becomes an incoherent volunteer at a knife-throwing exhibition, and one day is falsely accused of murdering his good friend.
Who is she? Roger is not sure if the whimsical Stephanie is a government interrogator, a ninja warrior, an assassin, a mountain climber, a professional golfer, or just plain crazy. One thing is for sure, since her arrival, Stephanie is more than he had bargained for. Roger's days are now anything but ordinary, slowly he learns to embrace life's adventure, and falls in love.