David Rhodes

‘Lightning Strikes’ by Guest Author David Rhodes

Monday, August 1st, 2011
Guest Author David Rhodes

Guest Author David Rhodes

A woman and her child stepped out into the cool evening air, onto the front porch of the small farmhouse. They sat on a step and gazed up at the stars. The woman leaned forward and propped her chin in her hands.

The little girl looked up at her mother and said solemnly, “Mommy, I miss daddy.”

“I know, Rachael” Cindy Tinney said. “I do, too. I do too.” She stroked the back of Rachael’s hair, and the familiar sadness briefly flowed through her. “But I’ll just bet he’s watching us right now, seeing just how cute you are! And I’ll just bet -”

“Mommy, what kind of star is that?” Rachael pointed up and to the left.

Cindy stared up at the bright star hanging in the darkened sky. It did not hang among the other stars, for it looked much too close. Its light shot out in bright spikes, the largest, brightest object in the sky. “I don’t know,” she said slowly.

Its intensity caught her gaze hypnotically as it began to move. At first, she thought it a trick of her eyes; she looked over at another set of dimmer stars, and where the star was in accordance to them.

The shining star that hung far above a tree-line about fifty yards away (the star was not nearly as close) began to descend, slowly but evidently. It went lower than the stars she had been judging its height with, and she was flabbergasted. (more…)

A Soldier’s Tale by Guest Author David Rhodes

Friday, July 1st, 2011
Guest Author David Rhodes

Guest Author David Rhodes

His father had always told him that a boy wasn’t a man until he had fought in a war. So, he had joined the military, like his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. His father never told him about dying.

The blast was sudden, surprising, even for a battlefield. For a moment he seemed suspended in mid-air, blood streaming from the stumps that used to be his legs, the world around him frozen in a soundless time and space. And then he was falling, nothing left between him and the ground, slamming into earth that should have been much softer, not as hard as a cement sidewalk in a city.

He went straight down, and he had no choice but to scream in agony. He no longer had that luxury, as his body took control of his reactions. His eardrums had been dampened by the blast of the mine, and now all around him were the muffled shouts and curses, gunfire everywhere, the agonizing of those who were like him, those who were dying. (more…)