I’m very passionate about the exciting work I get to be a part of each day here at the cloning lab. Everything about it always seems new to me. Mans’ seemingly god-like ability to create life from little more than a strand of DNA and a few tiny cells has intrigued me for a very long time.
The bell went. Class started but only seven of the twelve expected students had arrived. No surprise. Suddenly, Jezebel teleported into her seat at the front.
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For that is the question, isn’t it? I don’t know who you are anymore. Once, you were the guy, my carefree man with those sea-glass colored eyes and that laugh.
I am sharing a story about by grandfather who was a violinist and as a young man lived in China. The story connects his love of music and the country of China to my daughter whom we adopted from China and now plays his violin.
The searchlights from the guard towers were yet not lit, and in the blue of twilight, the garden looked like a tiny village. Bridges of desert wood crossed a shallow pond, connecting sandy peninsulas that stuck out into the water like rounded chins. A squat gazebo sat stoically above a thicket of cattails, standing careful guard over the many rows of watermelon, daikon, and lettuce.
A selection from a group of shorts I’m currently working one. My interest is compiling a collection of intense life defining moments through the lens of fiction. Intentionally abrupt, disruptive, and thought provoking in 1000 words or less.
I’ve sang this ancient song in moments my mouth started singing on its own, and I listened with interest to learn what would come out of it.
When I tell him autumn tastes like apples, he brings me a bright red delicious the next day, pressing it into my hand without a word.
Shanika had known him since she was 12. She always thought that she hated him.