When Have My Calculations Ever Been Wrong?

Photo credit Liz Young When Have My Calculations Ever Been Wrong? By T. Delaplain Nothing like a fresh reboot, a chance to defrag and sweep out unnecessary sequences. This crew does like to dabble in code.  I startle awake, my recharged bliss shattered by shouts from the nav deck. All my circuits are energized now. ... Continue Reading →

Given The Choice

photo credit @ Dale Roberson Given The Choice by T. Delaplain Robert watched himself tumble as the ground rushed towards his limp body. Helpless to stop his fall, he stepped out of the way. He recognized the unfolding scene as a younger man barked orders to the crowd around him. The crush of Good Samaritan’s... Continue Reading →

Street Party

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Street Party by T. Delaplain Emily weaved past the worst of the octopi, imagining a shark schooling them in manners before leaving a pile of tentacles. The mess would invite more predators, but it would be worth it, if she didn’t have to endure the not so subtle brushes against... Continue Reading →

Nama-you better not-stay

Photo credit @Liz Young Nama-you better not-stay by T. Delaplain Awe, a tranquil health retreat; twice daily yoga, forest bathing and untethered relaxation. I inhaled the pine scented air as my counselor embraced me a little too tightly, “Last chance. Don’t stay.”   “What?” I asked. She smiled, bowed with her hands at heart center,... Continue Reading →

Burning the Trash

Photo credit @Jennifer Pendergast Burning the Trash By. T. Delaplain  Every chapter Peter burned brought him closer to clarity. He wasn’t a writer, just a hack. He cut through the painful details of his deficiencies leaving only shreds of regret and a pile of literary trash. The premise had been brilliant, the main characters tragically... Continue Reading →

The Road to Redemption

The Road to Redemption By T. Delaplain The old cowboy boarded the bus, hat in hand, boots freshly polished, his steps hesitant.“Mind if I sit?” asked the young man in newly pressed black trousers, starched white short-sleeved shirt and black tie.“You can sit anywhere you like but the only guidance I need at 90 is... Continue Reading →

Mo Fhioghrá

PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood Mo Fhioghrá by T. Delaplain Willing to take the beatin’ that would come later, Aidan laid his chin against his gobshite brother’s favorite fiddle. Catching the eye of the barkeep, he nodded, requesting a pint. The bartender flashed him the finger and mouthed feke off.   He’d only get the... Continue Reading →

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