Destination Wichita_The Point of Knowing_The Losing Side of Infinity_Winning Ticket Blues
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Destination Wichita
Destination Wichita“How far do I have to drive before I find someone I know?” That was really the question of the day for Edward as he absently stared at the tail lights 50 yards ahead of him. He was never a big fan of these long drives and this was really one for the record book. He looked down at his white knuckles gripping the wheel and tried his best to slow his breathing.It was route 70 to St. Louis and then, his destination, www.onedoor.ccWichita. With any luck he’d get there by early evening and with any more luck, he’d find his college roommate, Jerry, right home, where he belongs.That word, home, a...
The Point of Knowing
Jojo was not about to let anyone steal the only moment she had left of her time on earth. Her first and last visit, she thought to herself knowingly. It was true that aliens of her status could pass through the universe without notice, tiny and unassuming, shape-shifting with the wind as easily as a chameleon did when brushed lightly on its spine.If only Jojo did not have to bring the gift home to her beloved Guba, her mentor, and teacher in the other realm, she might be able to stay here on Earth, which had been her final destination before knowing she was being called back to serve.It was no...
The Losing Side of Infinity
“You need an escort. The air’s too thin up there.”“I don’t need a damn escort,” replied Reya. 1 out of 411 million. Those were the odds. The prize? A free one-way trip to the moon, courtesy of Yurshiro Makayama, trillionaire ultra-genius savior of the world. What a hell of a time to win the lottery. “You blood-pacted the agreement Ms. Leetlier. If you die, your sister takes your place.”Reya grimaced. She understood full well the powers of extortion. It worked well when nothing else did. She knew because she’d been Artura once, many years ago. Plus, she wasn’t the first to be blackballed and s...
Winning Ticket Blues
One in forty-seven million. Those were the odds of winning. The thought never even crossed Sarah’s mind while buying the ticket. It was nothing but a piece of paper, good to be shoved in her pocket in the name of a vague daydream and discarded after the wrong numbers had been drawn. Yet, there she was, paralyzed in the middle of the living room, one of the winning combinations in her hand.It was as though the walls were caving in, ready to crush her. She put on her coat and rushed out of the microscopic apartment into the snowstorm. Something about the bone-chilling cold eased her terror in th...