Friday, December 11, 2015

Live Free With Honor

"Balancing on the Brink." Eagle Peak Summit, Chugach Mountains, Alaska. CC2.0 photo by Paxson Woelber.

On Friday everything changed. I learned to fly.

He had wings. I had hands. Both chained. The open sky was our dream. Finally, the gale of cold freedom burned across my face with his smell of heat. He gave me sky, freedom, and his life.

Mourning dry on my face, I knelt on fire blackened earth, breathing ashes of my price he had willingly paid. The rising sun painted an orange warning on the clouds and sea. Wind lashed my hunched shoulders. His brothers formed a somber henge of scale and wisdom around me. “You are free. Honor him well.”

100 words submitted to the final Friday! Friday contest.  Sorry to see it end but best of luck to @postupak the next chapter of her life.  I'm watching the book stores for your work!

Friday, March 20, 2015

The Magical Parking Lot

I was surprised at what I saw that day, in the parking lot. But then at 12 o’Clock at night in the parking lot of a Kroger store you don't really know what you're going to see there.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Clean Up

Denizen had dowsed the ley lines for decades following the clues to the depths of this ancient ruin. Behind the wall slept the army of his brethren. He reached towards the barrier.


 “Ow!” he hissed, spinning.  A lowly custodian.  It had struck his hand with its filthy mop handle.

“Who are you?  We’re closed.”

Friday, January 9, 2015


"Smite him before he hits you again." The angel commanded her.

"Don't look at me with your stupid face!" her husband yelled spittle on her face.  "What's this crap?  Where's the real beer?"

"My friend made that.” she mumbled “Said its got more alcohol."

"You don't have friends.  Don't be so stupid.  I hate hobby beer."

"Smite him!  I will strengthen you.  Lift the sword and plunge it into his evil heart."  The angel demanded.

She looked down helplessly at the butter knife on the table.