A magic lantern shows London's most eminent scientists a gruesome murder. An hour later, this actual killing takes place a few miles away. Cameron Brock, a time-traveling investigator, is sent back over 150 years to find who caused this time discontinuity. What he discovers could change history as we remember it. Read this exciting [...]
It’s been quiet here on the blog for a while, and there’s a reason for that: we’ve been moving. My wife has an amazing new faculty librarian job in Tacoma, Washington, so we’ve been spending the past couple of months transporting our lives and our minds a few hours north from our beloved Portland to […] [...]
It all happened because the magic lantern's bulb exploded. Angry at the darkening screen, the father ordered his disappointed children to bed. There would be no pictures from the slide projector tonight. Next day, he walked from his panelled office several blocks to a less prosperous part of town. There he mounted the bare stairs [...]
The woman sat on the deck chair looking out to sea imagining a far-off ship going to the tropics. There it would find the warmth she had never experienced. She enjoyed a good life in a material sense at least. In personal relationships, she had been less fortunate. And so, she could buy a gift for [...]
Great short story – does it bring back memories?
When I was a little girl, my grandpa used to take me on long walks every night after dinner. On these long walks, he’d carry me on his shoulders so that I could get a three-year-old’ version of an aerial view of what I thought was the whole city. Every so often during the month, the moon would be out with us on our walks. I remember my young mind perplexed by the fact that no matter how far we walked the moon was always at the same place right above us.
“Why isn’t the moon behind us?” I’d ask. “Is it trying to beat us somewhere?”
“The moon is not racing against us,” he’d respond. “The moon is following you. The moon knows you’re the most beautiful princess in the whole world, and it can’t stop staring at you. So it follows you everywhere you go.”
I remembered, every…
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“I am a blue balloon, I am a blue balloon, not a red balloon, I am a blue balloon living in a world Of red balloons.” Perhaps because it was a blue balloon, it was let go. Even the wind was not keen to take it. The balloon bounced along the ground before [...]
Together the surveyed Hardwick’s glassy lake. Reflected in it, was their constellation far up in the starry sky. They had seen it often and as a couple, they would gaze at it again. For they together had weathered their own storms and days of darkness. And so, as one, they were forever bound. But [...]
Hardly had first light hit the Malvern Hills than crashing came to the great oak door. It did not hold long. In rushed the King's men as servants scurried out. Only the master stood firm. And the sight of his tall still figure momentarily slowed the invasion. Time enough for the Jesuit to slide lithely [...]
Through the illness, this moment kept him going. He unearthed his bike and dusted it off after long disuse. He mounted and the wind breathed on his face. Down the main street with a few early shoppers barely glancing at the lycra-clad figure speeding pass. He, however, enjoyed being on a surfboard weaving easily around [...]