Christmas in Rhyolite, Nevada
By S.D. Gates
She had always wanted to visit the collection of sculptures in Rhyolite, Nevada – always. But Rhyolite is so far out of the way from anything, it’s about 120 miles northwest of Las Vegas, on a paved, but very bumpy road, which winds its way through a landscape littered with Joshua trees, desert sage and interesting rock formations. It is about 4 miles outside of Beatty, Nevada, but really that doesn’t serve as much of a point of reference, as probably 99.99% of the world’s population doesn’t know where Beatty, Nevada is either. Suffice it to say – Rhyolite is in the middle of desert, in the middle of nowhere.
With a love of all things strange; strange buildings, strange art formations, strange landmarks, she was always searching for the new, but old. She was drawn to ghost towns such as a nail is to a magnet. To her, it was like walking back into the past, seeing the old, decaying buildings, and wondering – why people would think the site they built their town on, was a good site, and considering – why they left it as they did.
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There’s Always One By Holly Geely “My chestnuts are talking,” said Phillip. “I don’t need to hear your personal business,” said Mary-Anne. Phillip was her boss, and there are things about one’s boss that one never wants to hear. “No, really, my chestnuts are talking,” said Phillip. He held up his paper plate, recently filled at the buffet. Several of the roasted brown nuts had … Continue reading There’s Always One by Holly Geely | Advent 2018 – Day 23, 4th Sunday
He Knows When You are Sleeping
By Trent P. McDondald
You awake up there?
Of course! How could I sleep tonight?
What time is it?
11:52. Eight minutes until midnight.
So Santa will be here in eight minutes.
What? You think Santa enters every house at exactly midnight? Ha!
There are hundreds of houses in this town alone. And thousands in our state. Millions in our time zone. And he enters all of them at the exact same second? How does he do that? Go down millions of chimneys at once? Split himself into millions of Santas?
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In Santa’s Shadow
By Trent P. McDonald
Voices where emerging from the kitchen. Loud voices. Chet knew that Mom and Ty were arguing. Again. He couldn’t make out anything more than single words here and there, little blasts of clarity through the heated rumble. His stomach turned over and twisted into knots. Why did they have to do this on Christmas Eve?
The kitchen door flung open, expelling Ty into the hall. He grabbed his grubby jacket, the same one he had worn pretty much every day since he received it last Christmas. It was far to thin for the weather.
“Hey, wait,” Chet said. “I want to come too.” He pulled himself up, trying to look tall for his 13 years.
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I slowly turned the dial with my right hand, keeping my left on the wheel. Nothing but static, the dial was as barren as the empty highway in front of me. The only music I had, came from the engine and tires of my old ’67 Ford, which hummed along as it had all day.
My mind was numb from that hum and my vision was getting a bit blurry. It was a quarter past three in the afternoon, yet it was already beginning to get dark. The cola I’d picked up at that last gas station was making me uncomfortable.
I thought back over the day and my food intake. A couple of bags of chips and a few candy bars. An awful truck stop coffee in the morning and that soda I had finished a half an hour earlier. Continue reading The Truck Stop by Trent P. McDonald – Day 18 Advent 2017