The “Miracle on Elm Street”-that’s what they called it. Hubert Brooks smiled inside as he considered it. “Yes, it was a miracle, a miracle indeed, and I’ll never understand how or why.” He let his mind wander back to that earlier time. He was just a young man of fourteen…

“Can’t you pick up you’re feet? I get so tired of your shuffling to and fro, fro and two, and, three and fro. Ahrrr! Now, you got me confused — again!” “Well…, Dear…, so sorry. I don’t’ like it myself. Some guys are built for speed, some for efficiency, some…

It was relentless. Wave after wave beat down a disjointed cadence on the old tin roof. The weathered, wood-frame parlor was a town fixture, now standing two doors down from the Stop-N-Shop — town having encroached on the ten acre cemetery and funeral home over its fifty years. For most…

“Silly boy, pirates don’t wear capes,” Sam Jones chuckled at the wide-eyed little man who sat before him, entranced by the four flickering candles on his birthday cake. “Uhm hum, dey do,” replied Joey in a sweet, raspy voice.” Momentarily released from the spell, he pulled up the eye patch…

“Whoa!” It wasn’t the most profound statement to ever grace a history-making discovery. “No script…, definitely not rehearsed.” Lt. George Gavin, USN thought as he listened to the scratchy recording through his headset-the loud beep of his display counting down 10 meter increments in the background. In eighteen months an…

The cold dead rock named HD 106906 B continued along its orbit, unaffected by what it, and the billions of other silent sentinels in heaven’s amphitheater had witnessed. The electromagnetic waves (EM) brought the story to its corner of the expanse — arriving 3,200 years after they originated on the…

Jim Quick was slow in rising from the murky depths of a deep sleep. …

Ten years to the day since George passed-the day after their granddaughter Shelly was born and a week past her brother Josiah’s third birthday. Beatrice Adams sat alone in her small living room. The photos and nick-knacks stood guard facing various angles throughout the busy space. …

It’s was embarrassing really — the cage I mean. The fence couldn’t have been any higher than about four stacked cluckers. I had wings, but I could no more make it over that wire than avoid the million sticky little piles I kept stepping in there in that wasteland. Truth…