Note: This is an entry into the Friday Challenge, which can be found here . "Doctor!" the nurse shouted. "His eyes are open!" A flurry of activity, lights in his eyes, hammer to his knees. Blood pressure cuff tightened and removed. Where was he? Why was he here? Thinking was fuzzy. "You've been in a coma," the doctor said at last. "But you're going to be all right now. Your nightmare is over." He was wrong. Cassidy stood by the corner of the building, peering around. He thought he had lost his pursuers, but he wasn't quite sure. He had ducked into a doorway, turned his reversible jacket inside-out, and put on a baseball cap to cover his eyes, and now he was trying to see if any of them had caught on. There. Two guys in business suits and shades, standing in front of the laundromat. They were talking quietly, turning their heads from side to side. Looking for him. Cassidy took a step back, and a deep breath. Then he steppe...
NOTE: This post is an entry to the Friday Challenge, which can be found here . The shooting star arced across the sky, leaving a trail that must have been miles long, shooting sparks in all directions. It was easily the longest shooting star he had ever seen, awake or dreaming. He was dreaming, wasn't he...? He looked around, seeing the children playing basketball with an inflated frog next door. Across the street, there was a horse and carriage in the driveway, instead of the Honda that was usually parked there. And he was getting ready to leave for work with bright, fluffy pink bunny slippers on his feet. Yes, he was pretty sure he was dreaming. He let the dream carry him across the street and around the block, and where there should have been an elementary school, he instead found the quiet neighborhood where his grandmother lived. If he hadn't already known he was dreaming, this would have cinched it, because her home was a forty-five minute drive away--more during r...
It's all Jerri's fault. Jerri read something I wrote , and declared "I'm impressed. You can write funny; I can't do that." Now, Jerri is a "real" writer, with over a dozen tech books under her belt; I'm strictly amateur, with a handful of unpublished and mostly unread short stories and poems. To have impressed someone I admire as much as Jerri had an impact on me. Thus was NickelAtATime born. The concept is simple (and right there in the EULA, and everyone reads those, right...?). If you laugh at a joke, you pull up your Paypal account and send in a nickel. You can send more if you like, but the MSRP of these jokes is exactly five cents. It started out as a mailing list, but the job I was working at the time went away shortly after I sent out the first issue, and it...kinda died. Once life stabilized again, I turned it into a blog, and lately, I've been trying to bring it completely to life--and pack it full of fun and humor. Why am I w...
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