I sometimes do that, even though my fingers are in a state of paralysis in the middle of the night. Thank you, Sharron. I'm happy you enjoyed this little tale.
I think we're in the Twilight Zone. I've been thinking about a story with the same general theme for quite a while. And yet, you still managed to surprise me. Poor Jasper. I thought he was losing his mind.
Oh, I loved this. It started out way too real, then got surreal with the instant pregnancy. Then when the application disappeared, I thought, "Oh, it's fantasy." Then when you got to Amelia naming the game tokens, I laughed out loud.
I remember your Notes post/comment about not wanting to give away any clues about what happens in a story with either the title or illustration, but It thought I'd take a chance here. I'm glad you enjoyed Life, Mark.
Great. Made me think of J.L. Borges‘ Poem „Chess“: (translation) „...What gods behind God framed the beginning of dust and time and sleep and agonies?“
It wasn't. I was a long slog. There were individual small adventures but mainly it was day in, day out, wake up, go to class, and do the work. The one the I will say is that in the present time, what is now a BA is like high school in 1984.
I was not even the oldest person to graduate though I was the oldest disabled person to graduate.
You are so clever, Bill. Such a wild imagination. You probably wake up from a dream three times a night to jot down bizarre thoughts. Cool story.
I sometimes do that, even though my fingers are in a state of paralysis in the middle of the night. Thank you, Sharron. I'm happy you enjoyed this little tale.
Clever, very clever, Bill. Most imaginative writing.
Thank you for your kind words, Barrie. I'm glad you liked Life.
I think we're in the Twilight Zone. I've been thinking about a story with the same general theme for quite a while. And yet, you still managed to surprise me. Poor Jasper. I thought he was losing his mind.
I'm glad I could surprise you, Virginia, and I'm also glad I'm not Jasper, though at times it does feel like I am.
The Twilight Zone inspires me.
Nice suspense build. Unexpected events, yet in character. I enjoyed "Life."
Thank you, Helen. I'm delighted you liked "Life."
This one had me laughing: "What's going on here!? Why are these characters becoming so ridiculous!? ...Oh, that's why."
And bonus points for nostalgia.
Thank you. I had fun writing Life and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I loved playing Life, too.
Awesome story! Loved the subtle social commentary.
Thank you very much, Andrei.
Oh, I loved this. It started out way too real, then got surreal with the instant pregnancy. Then when the application disappeared, I thought, "Oh, it's fantasy." Then when you got to Amelia naming the game tokens, I laughed out loud.
Thank you. That's the sensation I was hoping for. I'm delighted you enjoyed "Life."
Magical Realism really is your genre (although I wouldn't dare pin you down).
Thank you, Thomas. I love to write and read magical realism stories (and other genres, too.)
Great premise. Certainly made me think about who's in charge of my life! Thank you.
Thanks, Luke. I'm glad you enjoyed "Life."
Did you watch a lot of Twilight Zone when you were young?
I did. The Twilight Zone was my favorite show.
I had such a big OMG moment at the end. Amazing story 👏🏻👏🏻
Thank you, Osasuyi. I like twisty endings and I'm glad you enjoyed this one.
“You start out with two thousand and a car.” “I got a car!” Ah, the memories.
I didn’t catch on until the end. I thought it was some strange magic.
Such is Life.
I remember your Notes post/comment about not wanting to give away any clues about what happens in a story with either the title or illustration, but It thought I'd take a chance here. I'm glad you enjoyed Life, Mark.
Yeah, got me.
I'm glad to hear that, Colin.
This ‘Life’ story was great!
Your imagination and writing skills are phenomenal, Bill.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Donna. I'm glad you liked Life. I had a fun time writing this story.
Great. Made me think of J.L. Borges‘ Poem „Chess“: (translation) „...What gods behind God framed the beginning of dust and time and sleep and agonies?“
Thank you, Eduardo. That's a terrific line from J.L. Borges. It resonates with me and meshes well with this story.
I went back to college at 50. The opening line say "loser" in spades.
I can only imagine how amazing an adventure it must have been to go back to college at 50.
It wasn't. I was a long slog. There were individual small adventures but mainly it was day in, day out, wake up, go to class, and do the work. The one the I will say is that in the present time, what is now a BA is like high school in 1984.
I was not even the oldest person to graduate though I was the oldest disabled person to graduate.
It must have taken a lot of energy and focus to do that.
No. It was just a grind.