Thursday, May 29, 2014

    In For a Ride
By: Boyd Miles

   She had not mentioned this part, a ski lift. What was she going to think of him now? Her brand new husband frozen in fear because of his acrophobia, not the best way to start a marriage.
    She started to rock the car laughing madly, "let's do the roller coaster next", she cried out between bursts of laughter. 
    When he jumped into this marriage he didn't know how high a jump it would be.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

How about I muddy the waters and post a link to my other web location. Historical reproductions and good for Steampunk items. I don't do custom work but do take suggestions. Go to the web site, look around, it is poorly organized just like me. Some non fiction articles hidden around if you look hard enough.
Fit For A King
by Boyd Miles
105 words for VisDare 63: Poison

He had spent a full moon cycle on the planet the residents called “Earth”. Funny how every planet seems to have the same name just a different word for it.

From talking to the residents he found what he was searching for, a gift for his king. Not just any ordinary gift but a living creature. One that all the Earthlings he met had agreed was the most dangerous creature on the planet.

“Your Majesty”, he proclaimed before the royal court, “the most dangerous creature known on the planet called Earth”, as he pulled the drape off a large bottle marked poison, “an Earth woman.”

Saturday, May 24, 2014

This one is for:

The Ride
By Boyd Miles
150 words

How much longer? I can't keep this up but I have to.

“Try to keep her breathing, they think they can shut it off safely. Just try to keep going.”

Yeah right, easy for the fireman to say he is on the ground not swinging back and forth trying to keep some woman alive. Lucky me to end up in a cart with a woman that was going to die of fright or something.

It had started off just fine, she was laughing I was laughing then we saw a gear go rolling across the pavement. Then the kid operating the ride ran off and alarm bells began to ring. She quit breathing and I had to be the hero.

“We are going to start slowing the ride, just hold on.”

The cart stopped and the firemen rushed on. I walked away. Should have gotten her number before the ride.

Friday, May 23, 2014

The Anchor

By Boyd Miles

The Sun dimmed above him as he sank. Dan O'Seay had finally found just what it would take to get the level headed Captain Manz to turn murderous.

Sinking fast tied to the ship's anchor Dan knew that he couldn't hold his breath long enough to make it back up even if the Captain changed his mind. He wondered, watching the sun dim through the bubbles of his last exhale if he would be around to feel the jerk when the chain ran out.

The sun, or Dan went dark.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

This one got posted on
It is awaiting approval there so read it here first:

The Moth
by Boyd Miles
about 680 words

The moth landed on her eye. She didn't blink, she would never blink again. He watched in fascination as it walked about and occasionally shook its wings. How long he watched he didn't know. Time seemed to have stopped. It was dark but not dark enough to keep him from seeing the moth walk around on her unseeing eye.

It had been a spur of the moment decision, the trip. Just a quick run over to the Highlands of Virginia to buy some maple syrup candy. A silly excuse but it was all they needed. A drive through the mountains looking at the scenery and if they found a place that sold the candy all the better but if not it didn't matter. They had lunch at a dive and joked about how it would probably kill them from food poisoning. It didn't.

They came around a curve with the lowering sun nearly binding them with its glare. A truck was stopped in the road. He hit the brakes and skidded in the curve. Over steered and went over the bank, crashing through the brush and rocks. He thought first of the car, how were they going to get home with a wrecked car? As they went further he began to fear for his wife and himself, the brush and rocks didn't slow him as much as the sheer drop sped their decent. They hit a rock hard enough to set off the airbags but not big enough to stop them and now they continued on blind.

The car began to roll and he lost consciousness.

He came to hanging upside down with the steering wheel pinning him in place. He didn't feel any pain and was too pinned to move much of anything. He looked to his wife and just knew without touching her that she was dead. There was nothing there of her, just a shell of the woman he loved.

A moth landed on her eye and she didn't blink.

It was getting darker. He didn't know if he was passing out or it was really getting darker but it had been late in the day when he went off the road. There was a noise outside and small rocks and dirt slid down the mountainside. The rocks pinging against the car. He could turn his head a bit, not much but he could see the rear view mirror. In the mirror boots, then legs appeared. Two men were scrambling down the new path made by his crashing car. He felt relief, followed instantly by remorse. He was going to be rescued but nothing could save her. It was too late for her. No, he would get to live on with the guilt. He would ask himself why had he driven here, why had he been going too fast, why wasn't he paying more attention to the road. Questions he knew he would be asking the rest of his life.

The two men arrived. He called out to them but they didn't respond. They went around to the other side of the car and with what looked to be a great effort tore the passenger door open. It was too dark to see and now there was blood running into his right eye. He couldn't see them but could tell they undid or cut her seat belt. They grabbed her roughly and the moth flew off her eye and flitted around the car. They pulled her out and off beyond his field of vision. He guessed they were checking her for any signs of life and then would come get him out.
More rocks and dirt rained down and he could see in the mirror as they drug her up the hill by her legs. It was getting darker and he couldn't move his head enough to watch but for a moment before they were gone.

As night came on the temperature dropped. The moth landed on his lips and he couldn't brush it off. It walked around tickling his lips. Almost like a kiss goodnight.
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