As Ferdinand looked at the calculated path of the approaching asteroid, he suddenly was convinced that “improbable” and “impossible” were truly not the same thing. (Featured image by Alexander Antropov from Pixabay, with help from clipart by (monsterbraingames on openclipart.org.)
I run my fingers over the incised lettering on the sign. At least I think it’s incised lettering. I think it’s a sign. It’s hard to tell if I really have fingers. It’s dark and it’s cold. At the last sign, I thought the number was a nine. If it was, I missed one mile…
“But I know nothing about dam construction!” The exclamation was somewhat exasperated. “Just look at it,” said Geoff. He pointed at the dam which was holding back a small lake in the narrow valley above. Below it, the land spread out fairly quickly into gently rolling farmland. The obvious issue was the land immediately below…
(This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any person or place and the real world is strictly accidental. Copyright © 2019, Henry E. Neufeld.) Fifteen years and $250,000,000 later, Steven (never Steve) Porter got a sign. There was a great wind It was a stormy day, and as he was going to work,…
“I’m wondering if we’re going to do anything about International Women’s Day in our church,” said Dr. Maggie Williams. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of anything in the story to anything in real life is purely accidental. Copyright © 2019, Henry E. Neufeld “Of course,” said Pastor Bill Allen. “I’m planning a…
When humanity finally figured out a way to reach the stars, and found intelligent life there, there was an inevitable result. Missionaries. Some of the missionaries were sensitive an helpful, in their own way. Some, not so much. For Delbert, the landing on the newly discovered planet was inevitable. There weren’t that many, but even…
Having imbibed a fair amount of pro-small-town prejudice in the form of Hallmark Christmas movies (which I actually find relaxing in spite of this), I thought I’d retaliate with a link to my short story About Those Small Town Values, first posted in 2010.
The day after the election, 99,643 supporters of That Other Guy who didn’t have time to make it to the polls breathed a sigh of relief and said to themselves, “It’s OK since my one vote wouldn’t have mattered anyhow!”
After a lifetime following cryptic clues, digging in difficult locations, and making the most careful of measurements, the archaeologist stood in an empty space, clearly untouched for eons, showing no evidence of use, and read the inscription: Here lie all the treasures plundered from distant lands in our glorious past. (Featured image credit: Openclipart.org.)
“Where am I?” he asked.
“In a hospital room,” a deep and measured voice responded. He noticed then that things were a bit clearer, and his surroundings did, indeed, look like a hospital room. He felt a bit disoriented, trying to place “hospital room” into some sort of context. It might have been “universe” for all he could remember.
