AL's blog: "check out this short story I wrote..."

Blues and reds with yellows now and then popping out. Nothing but the sound of wind constantly around me. So much distance from the blurry ground, everything has become so strange looking. The passing wind sounds the same as it did when I was a child swinging on those long chain swings at the local park. That rush against your ears with every swing, harder and harder you push your legs until you feel that scary feeling of weightlessness when the chains become loose in your hands. That split second that you would wish could last forever without the fear of falling , till gravity grabs you and whips you back the other way. I guide myself through the clouds in total silence except the sound of my heart thumping in my chest along with the wind. Passing through the tops of clouds like something soft but not there. I was afraid to go this high but I couldn't resist. The same feeling you get standing on the very edge of a high cliff, right to the edge as close as possible. That fifty/fifty chance of, what if? My reward? I've found them...I remember being at the amusement park watching one of them slowly rise into the sky. How it would just go highter and higher. How small it would become till only a dot. A dot that you could find again and again once you took your eyes from it, till finally it was gone and you walked on. Still trying to turn to look one last time as you were being drug by your arm to the next destination on your parents vacation itinerary.. Here they are... Now 20 years later, I find them by chance. How could it be? Millions and millions bunched together with their strings still dangling below them. Blues and reds with yellows now and then popping out. I don't think I will leave this place, have I become one of them?

Another short story...I call it, "sheep are not very graceful" I awake to a soft, monotonous buzz that was as a string of beads being pulled through a handkerchief between my index finger and thumb.. The powerfully bright glow of my digital alarm clock with it's oversized stupid numbers actually brought a twinge of pain to a place behind my eyes. I laid awake remembering or realizing the sound I heard was not really part of a dream I was just having. I noticed a faint light on the wall in the next room. Not a bright light but what may be described as another shade of the darkness. A glow with a slight flicker like toy army soldiers passing between a lit match and my eyes. I quietly arose to follow that sound and the light into the next room which I know as my living room. I slowly stepped to the archway separating the kitchen and the room I presently occupy peeking around the corner. With my heart thumping and half awake self, I came upon all of my cats... all four of them sitting in a square facing what I saw as a diamond shape of light, spinning slowly in mid-air at their eye-level making the awakening sound...There expressions were of calmness and normal carefree demeanor but intent on the object in front of them...A creak from a floor board beneath my foot caused the light to cease from existence and my cats to continue on with their normal cat duties...Two walked toward their food dishes while another sat to clean itself while the last looked directly at me and meowed once as to say hello... I don't know how long it was I stood there motionless...I know that sound all too well now...I've heard it twice more since then but pretended not to...ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen...fifteen.....sheep are not very graceful...sixteen...seventeen...