Posts Categorized “Guest Writers”
Ecstatically they haul our creaking wooden horse to the center of their city. The molten sun cooks our hidden wooden womb while spitting sweat blinds us.
My beating heart embraces the huge coming of death that will bring an end to this, the greatest war the world has ever seen.
Mike Cahill is the President of
www.futureknowledge.biz. He borrowed the title of this story from Plato.
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Posted by Tim at 5:00 pm on November 23rd, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: greece, Michael Cahill, plato, trojan horse, war.
They ran through the forest, fishing poles slapping against their back. They ran as fast as possible, each trying desperately to edge past the other. They looked around and, seeing a suitable tree, began to climb. They sat at the very top; laughing and smiling.
But the bears could climb.
J.M. Valentino likes to take time between being an international man of mystery and bagging the hot green alien chick to write. More of his work can be found at www.irregularreading.blogspot.com.
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Posted by Tim at 9:06 am on November 16th, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: bear, climb, fishing, forest, frolic, fun, JM Valentino, tree.
Well, this was certainly a surprise. Then again, he should have known it might happen. Things like this were always happening to him.
But still, it would have been nice to have had a bit of a heads-up this time. If he had known, he probably would have worn pants.
Amy Townsley is a mother of two originally from California but now living in Utah. She is currently a student at Weber State University studying English. She hopes to go on to pursue a MFA in Creative Writing and take a serious stab at this writing thing she has been flirting with for years.
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Posted by Tim at 11:04 am on November 9th, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: Amy Townsley, heads-up, pants, warning.
There once was a dragon named Scott Davidson. The higher-ups liked him, a real go-getter. He was destined for the top.
One day, he was covering for Robert, the hiring manager. An applicant walked in and screamed, “HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL! IT’S AN UGLY DRAGON!”
Scott ate him.
The End.
Ebon Wumon originally submitted this story as an entry in the Mere 50 Words contest.
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Posted by Tim at 10:52 pm on November 2nd, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: dragon, eat, Ebon Wumon, go-getter, hiring, Scott Davidson.
Ellie wriggled her toes, grinning with grim satisfaction as the joints cracked. She looked down at the delicate, elfin girl nestled underneath the covers beside her.
“Morning,” her husband whispered as he entered the room. “Is she still asleep?”
Ellie nodded, beaming, gently stroking the girl’s sun-dappled cheek. “My baby.”
Vikkie the Mimm originally submitted this story as an entry in the Mere 50 Words contest.
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Posted by Tim at 4:45 pm on October 26th, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: baby, bed, first, guest writer, husband, Vikkie The Mimm, wife.
“My dear, can you hear me?” said the voice.
“I can,” she replied.
“I am your angel of music. I will teach you to sing like no other. Together we can achieve great things. We’ll make the music of the night.”
“Then you want Christine next door. I’m the custodian.”
JP originally submitted this story as an entry in the Mere 50 Words contest. It is a reference to the
Phantom of the Opera.
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Posted by Tim at 10:16 am on October 19th, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: angel of music, custodian, JP, phantom of the opera.
“Caw,” said the crow, turning its blind eye towards her. She always fell for it. What would today’s treat be? The big knife meant cooking day. That meant meat scraps or fish-guts or chicken skin. It hopped greedily to her outstretched hand.
She stroked it. It was finally fat enough.
Today’s story was originally submitted by Lenny as an entry in the Mere 50 Words contest.
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Posted by Tim at 1:19 pm on October 15th, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: crow, eat, Lenny.
Life as a superhero has become difficult with the preponderance of cell-phones. Phone booths are getting so rare as to be nonexistent. One is forced to change into tights in a Port-o-Potty when one can find one. Unfortunately, clothes left in a portable toilet usually aren’t there when you return.
This story, by L. Christopher Bird, was originally submitted for the Mere 50 Words contest.
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Posted by Tim at 11:13 am on October 14th, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: L. Christopher Bird, metropolis, phone booth, superman.
Henry was sitting in the park, his wife and son beckoning him to join them.
He felt peace, but he was in pain.
He stood; stepped; stopped, struck by a force so great he felt he had no breath.
Then, “He’s back!” And the beeping on the cardiac machine resumed.
Larissa occassionally makes time to write down the meandering thoughts in her over-critical mind. She also wrote
A Good Place.
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Posted by Tim at 9:30 am on July 13th, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: cardiac machine, guest writer, heart attack, Larissa Ryan, park, son, wife.
The ant on Amy’s desk grew even bigger.
Amy looked around. No one seemed to notice.
The ant stared at Amy with its dinner plate-sized eyes, then sprouted wings and flew towards Mrs. Spencer, who screamed. Amy smiled.
”Do you find biology amusing, Amy?” Mrs. Spencer asked with a frown.
Emaan, 13, loves to write!
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Posted by Tim at 10:53 am on July 6th, 2009.
Categories: Guest Writers. Tags: amusing, any, biology, Emaan Ather, grow, scream, wings.