To Infinity and Beyond

Craig sat on the living room floor, adjusting the dial to his toy train.  It only went in a circle most of the time, but not now.  It was the last gift from his dad, and he treasured it.  Craig’s dad, Robert Norris, was a professor of mythology at a local university, and was often buried in a book studying the histories and beliefs of some ancient culture.  When the school was no longer able to continue the mythology program, due to a lack of interest, Mr. Norris found himself out of a job.  His wife picked up the slack by finding a second job to cover expenses while she waited for her husband to redefine his career.   Two years later, he was still pretending to look.  He grew accustomed to sitting at home and absorbing himself in the stories of dead civilizations.  It was difficult for Mrs. Norris, but it was during these two years that young Craig Norris grew in his fascination of all things ancient.  The boy loved to listen, s...

   Soaked By Chase Johnson (Thanks to my wife, who is the first line of defense for potential readers and is my awesome co-writer, and for my buddy Marcus, who's feedback convinced me the story was incomplete.) Charlie stood in front of the orphanage in the rain. Always rain. Sometimes it would just sprinkle, sometimes sheets would come in sideways, but from the moment he’d arrived in the little town of Gull, it’d been raining. It made his investigation miserable. The water would seep into everything; down his coat sleeves, under his official police parka to drip down the bill of his cap, and even his socks. By the end of the day his toes looked like raisins. Audrey Harper, the alleged suicide, was the reason his boss had sent him to the ass end of the coast, and he just wanted to finish and go home. In the orphanage was the last of three eye-witnesses. So far both testimonies had corroborated the official story, that of a suicide. One more night and he would ...