Leading Lights_Rising_The Most Important Power_Wishing for Silence
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Leading Lights
Author’s Note: This story, though I hope it can stand alone, is also intended as a sequel to my earlier story “The Rise and Fall of Project Usher”. I’m not sure about this, but the idea of the creature seemed to fit into the setting. Would welcome comments!At first, most people, or at least most families, thought that they were probably the only ones to have survived the cataclysm that happened when humans went that one step too far in playing with nature and the universe. They wandered around, scavenging for food, arming themselves with whatever they could find, some desperately trying to s...
Rising
“Heroes. One word that seemed to define everything. Fantastical powers, death-defying battles between good and evil, and the inpiduals who rose to power all because they were gifted with a breathtaking ability which could strike awe into the hearts of the light and fear into those who resided in the dark. People who, no matter the circumstances saved lives again, and again, and againwww.onedoor.cc. People who refused to give up on the world and all the others living in it. Heroes. The world’s so-called paragons of virtue who live to protect the defenseless and put away everyone who dared to oppose them. Ev...
The Most Important Power
I sit behind my desk, pretending to busy myself with paperwork, while I wait for my students to finish filing into the classroom. It’s the usual eclectic mix, a complicated cross-section of young people, defying simple classification. Sure, there are a few with tells, like the big kid who even at fourteen has a burly physique and a likely future as a school jock, or the one who’s helping to program another kid’s smart phone, revealing what some might call a nerdish bend, or the very quiet girl who takes a seat at the back of the room, already assigning herself the role of outsider. I tak...
Wishing for Silence
Mrs. Greer was walking briskly around the bustling sidewalk. The day was September 20th and Mrs. Greer’s class was heading to the President’s Museum in northern Colorado. The rain was tapping on the sidewalk and pavement, sprinkling it with dark grey dots. Four yellow school buses were poised against the gloomy sky. Twenty-three students were crowding around the bus door, shoving each other to board first and get good seats. Each student was talking perpetually, getting on the nerves of Mrs. Greer, who was already regretting giving up her time to chaperone these obnoxious teens. Mrs. Greer wa...