When they left, no one spoke. My dad clutched his coffee cup with both hands and stared into the fire. Glenn's gazed in the direction where the three Indians had disappeared, then, shaking his head, looked down at the ground, mulling over what had happened. Tammy bit her lower lip, glanced at Glenn seated next to her, then rubbed his back, trying to soothe him while looking at the hill where they had disappeared. Alice wr...

Dad sat in the front seat of Glenn’s green and white VW bus, and I sat in the back with Alice and Tammy. We had all of our sleeping bags and backpacks in the rear but no tents. Glen thought we would be able to sleep in the barn, or maybe the house, and said there was an old cabin used by apprentices we might be able to use. “We’ll figure it out,” he said. Tammy had a large blue ice chest that she said was filled with sand...

It had stopped raining, but the dark, wet streets sparkled from the streetlights. We drove for a few blocks before anyone said anything. Alice turned to look at me in the backseat as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated. Her eyes told me she was as confused and disturbed as I was. My mind was swirling. What’s going on? How could the books we read be real? How could Elizabeth know about the Bendula? This is nuts....

It was a rainy Thursday. School was a drag, and I went through the motions of being a student--going to the different classes, sitting in the back row where I always sat, usually by the window, so I could see the trees and watch the birds scampering on the grass in front. But that day, it was dreary and pouring. I kept looking up at the clock, watching the hand moving slower than ever. I doodled in my notebook, making int...

In the kitchen, my dad put the book down on the old maple table, filled up the red kettle with water and turned on the flame. "You and Alice were so quiet in the car. Is something wrong?""Not really," I answered. "Not really? That means there is, but you don’t want to talk about it." "Nothing’s wrong ... really." "How about some hot chocolate?" I was anxious to get up to my room to call Alice, but I could tell he felt lik...

It's amazing how something happens that changes your life. I mean, you hear something, see something, read something and you know nothing will ever be the same. That's what happened the night I finished reading the final book of the Atlantis Trilogy by Arnold Greenberg. It made me cry, actually sob, and I remember Alice telling me, “Alex, you have to read these books. They changed my life.” If you knew Alice, you'd know w...

Chapter Twenty-five: Dark Truths It was four days since the Reapers tournament and Ethan had yet to go see his dad. He spent all that time just wandering around earth aimlessly. Finally he grew bored of that and decided to return to the mansion. Ethan went straight to his room when he got inside the mansion; it was empty again, no Picario. Ethan sighed sadly and lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes for a moment but man...

A desolate land with its rivers of sand that would burn ‘neath Arabian sun was the crown for a jewel that was needed for fuel – made the cars and the factories run. But the tribes didn’t brood for the oceans of crude that would lie in the pockets below – since they harbored no need, they were quick to concede when the West brought their mountains of dough. Plans would be laid and agreements were made, while the land becam...

Discovery Back in my youth, while pursuing the truth – I enrolled in a program designed to remove life’s mystique through a formal critique of the body, the soul and the mind. Attendees would dwell at a local hotel, in a function of fifty or more comprised of a blend of both women and men who were seeking a path to explore. The place of affair was constructed with care, not a detail was left unaddressed – the chairs were...

“You don’t have to come,” she mumbled through the phone. I heard a sniff, a cough, and then an apology of some sort. “I’m fine, really.” Hardly convincing, I thought, as I grabbed keys and locked the door behind me, mentally unprepared for the task ahead. Why me? I thought. Why now? “I’ll be right there,” I replied, ignoring her rejection. “Sit tight.” Just as I was about to hang up, she spoke once again, a hint of frustr...

Talk to me, You'll get to know me, You'd never know, That what I'm about to say, is true. "Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them, so I try and forget it any way I can." Neil Young. I believe in... ...love ...happiness ...realization ...uniqueness ...helping ...and acceptance. Now, I will tell you about what I was thinking about last night, and what I thought of all those years that I tried to force myself to believe lik...

Steam rose from the paper cup sitting on the low table by Derek’s knees. He watched the coffee scented mist swirl into the air while people bustled around him; chatting, laughing, eating. He could hardly sit still for the excitement of seeing her after so many weeks. The answers he’d been looking for came out of the blue in the end. All he’d needed was a little space, just like he’d said. He’d expected the epiphany to hap...

There are all of these thoughts inside my head They are bouncing around and need to be said I know not why they keep haunting me But they labour relentlessly until I see The thoughts sometimes real sometimes bizarre They seem to come then go and eventually spar Round they go until a winner is crowned Then make the move when they are found From brain onto my fingers they fall into a groove As they pound the keyboard until...

A One Act Play in Five Scenes.Persons of the Play  May Matron Koch Sister Agatha Dr Merriwether Mr. Green Miss White Mrs. Brown ChristianTime : Late summer 1973 Place: Outback South Australia“A hero who forgives is much more touching than one who avenges himself.” - Voltaire.Scene 1. One Day. The scene is a large, windowless, crudely furnished, wooden room. At right there is a small iron bed in which May is seen sleeping...