A Mind in Motion

*****Previously***** It was warm, light feeling, and so much more than she had ever expected. ***** Yes, the humans had indeed survived and they had thrived, with passion and intelligence that far outweighed the sterile narrow mindedness of the Amaras. “What do we do now,” asked Nysa as she fidgeted with nervous excitement between her mothers. “We find placement and passage to our new home,” replied Sitara with a broad smile as she nodded towards a booth along the far wall that read ‘ECIS--Earth Citizenship and Immigration Services’ above it. “This is not at all what I expected,” murmured Tasya to her wife as they made their way across the station. “What did you expect? That we would just find empty space and descend down to Earth’s surface like some Galactic Deities?” “Not deities, no but...something along those lines at least.” Laughing, Sitara shook her head and squeezed her wife’s hand. “You and your over romanticized imaginatio...

Good Morning all! In my first post of this year, I told you that I was striving to have my short stories published. I also said that if any of those stories were rejected, I would share them here. Well, that has occurred so for your enjoyment, here is the first part of a little science fiction piece for you to enjoy! ***** “What is it like?” “What is what like, Nysa?” “This new place we are going to? The one you came from?” Glancing at her wife, Tasya turned to their youngest child and smiled down at her eager face. “It is like no other place in our galaxy, little star,” she replied, picking Nysa up and resting her on her lap so she could look out the viewport of their small shuttle craft. “And what is it called again,” Nysa asked, her large blue eyes absorbing each approaching planet as they slowly drifted by them. “Well,” said Sitara, double checking their flight path on the control dash in front of them before turning to her, “it’...

     When I think about why I love to write--how heavy my interest is in history--and how much I enjoy writing unique contrasting characters, I always come back to my family. I grew up in a very rural area where the nearest town is twenty minutes away. Your neighbors go generations back, as does your own legacy, and you battle with mother nature to find a balance with the past--while living in the present--and worrying over the future.      With my Grandmother passing unexpectedly last week, my family--which is large and spends as much time together as is possible--gathered and shared stories while we said goodbye. There was lots of laughter, more so than tears, and a very loving sense of endless time. An odd way to put it, I'm sure, but when you have so many generations collected together, you can't help but feel endless. It is something that has always been present with me, especially when I travel around where I grew up. It didn't matter if you only spe...