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Power (a short story)

One by one the lights of the city block winked out, the dark coming ever closer.

October 30, 2020

The official word was that the US government was putting in measures to ensure that citizens received protection from energy supply interruptions. However, according to Eddie Rainden, who is the VP of grid integration at NESS (National Energy Supply & Solutions), the government has some power plants that are purposefully generating the power outages.  Rainden theorizes that this is another power move, an attempt to “control the masses” and reduce “voter turnout.”  What says you, dear reader?  Is our government literally trying to keep us in the dark? Let us know in the comments below!

Does the fact that the nationwide power outages, which are ongoing, started merely days from the Presidential election seem coincidental to you or do you think this was a strategic move?

~Melanie Thomason

9/14/2020

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Nightmare- a very short story

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I keep having the same nightmare. Well really variations on a theme.  I’m lost/ searching for something/ trying to help someone.  But I am always in this same apartment complex.  Hundreds of apartments, dozens of floors!  My time is limited and there is no working elevator.  The apartments aren’t even clearly numbered. It is an exhausting, frustrating dream.  I never do find my way or what or who I’m looking for.  Someone, please, wake me up!

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

9/14/2020

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other happinesses (100 word story)

She had long suspected that love wasn’t in the cards for her.  She had even begun to accept her solitary lot in life.  Now she had confirmation via a Tarot card reading by a trusted and respected friend.

“Well, this is just the icing on the cake.” she thought.  It was just what she needed and she vowed to put thoughts of romantic love behind her and focus on other happinesses.

One could still have dreams.

One could still have passions.

“..and I still have love in my life, don’t I?” she softly asked the purring cat in her arms.

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

 

~Melanie Thomason

09/13/2020

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The Discovery

Who are you?,” you asked softly

Coaxing my answer with the whisper of your touch

“What makes you, you?,” you pleaded

Gently caressing my cheek with the back of two fingers

Peeling back my layers to get to my innermost truth

“I’m only beginning to understand myself.” I replied.

Sprinkling barely there kisses on my eyelids and forehead

Melting my resolve, crumbling my hard earned walls

“What is it you want to know?” I sighed.

 

~Melanie Thomason

08/31/2020

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Are you lost?

Are you awake??

Don’t you

Have anything to say?

Have anything worth sharing?

Have anything you hold near and/or dear to you?

Why are you

Living a generic life?

Marinating in mediocrity?

Determined to be distant?

Are you asleep??

Are you lost ?

Don’t you

think anymore?

Wake up before you float away into nothingness.

~Melanie Thomason

08/31/2020

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He only plays one…

Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read.  A man in his position had to keep up appearances.  He truly wanted people to think as highly of him as he did of himself.  The bookcases made a fabulous backdrop for his picture to be taken for dust jackets and interviews.  People expected him to be well read and he had, on more than one occasion, stated that he was indeed a voracious reader.  In truth, he was a reader that never cracked a book other than his own.    He needed to be able to answer questions regarding his work after all.

Yes, he was a writer that didn’t write.  He was regarded as a prolific writer though after the fame and acclaim of his first novel he had delegated.  He didn’t have the time or inclination for the tedious process of writing; though he surely had the talent if need be, but he had people for that.  His time was better spent being seen, being heard, being well thought of and sought after.

 

 

~Melanie Thomason

8/31/2020   

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Alfie

 

The people of Gillyhead were a kind and hospitable folk, yet they lived in fear.

They decided to take turns acting as lookout. One villager would take up their place each night, in the crosswalk near the pub, so that ample warning could be given. When the signal was given the villagers would quickly whelve a tankard or goblet over any lit candle to try and avoid playing unsuspecting host to an uninvited guest.

Alfie, you see, was a fine fellow.  It just so happened, they discovered, that after he imbibed in many an ale at the pub he considered himself a superb singer and as such he felt it an act of generosity to serenade the other patrons there.  An act that caused many a raised eyebrow to be certain; one bloke described his signing as a toddler playing bagpipes while another said it was what they imagined the first person to stick their hand in a fire sounded like.  But what happens at the pub can be tolerated, laughed over and forgiven. But the rub was that Alfie didn’t know when to stop.

He baltered from the pub, crooning and warbling through the village stopping at any house along his way home that happened to have a light burning.

 

~Melanie Thomason

07/22/2020

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Vox Populi

They named their band Vox Populi as that is what they fully intended to be…but what a joke that turned out to be.

After a meteoric rise with their hit single Blood Orange Tears, Vox Populi were soon forgotten and left to fade into obscurity.  After all, their lyrics were widely considered to be too far out of left field and required people to listen and think!

How can you be the voice of the people when The People are all asleep? It is eerie really how the people stumble through life never learning… rejecting reason and responsibility and only seeking to place blame.

 

~Melanie Thomason

7/7/2020

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