(This is a short flash fiction story that is me kinda trying to understand some heavy physics with no math skills.)
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“From the viewpoint of the theory (‘Many Worlds Theory’), all elements of a superposition (all ‘branches’) are ‘actual’, none any more ‘real’ than the rest.” – Hugh Everett III Continue reading
I am probably not gaining many new friends by making fun of all of the sunshine and rainbows memes about creatives that are flooding the internet these days, but I seriously cannot stop. That is why in this installment we look at the best ways to manage creatives in real life.
Following in the giant-ish footsteps of The 7 Real Signs of Creative Peoples and 8 Business Adages For Better Businessing, may I present to you: 6 Key Tactics To Managing Creatives In Real Life. Continue reading
(This is a short flash fiction story that I have been trying to write for the last year. It is kinda my epistle on the Singularity.)
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There was a smattering of applause, but he was unable to determine the source.
“Nice work, team.” Different voice. Louder. Closer? Familiar. “Let’s run some checks and see if he is there.” Continue reading
(This is a short story that I wrote several years ago for a Flash Fiction group that I participate in on Facebook.)
The General stood on the hill and gazed out. The distant memories of that early morning still played out in front of him. Absently, he pulled at his short beard as the sun broke the horizon and began to flood the plain with morning. The shadows of the many tombstones stretched out, as if reaching to him in supplication.
(I wrote this a couple of years ago for a Flash Fiction Group that I belong to on Facebook. It was then posted on Blogmaster2000.com – our Creative Agency’s blog.
The monthly theme was “Song Lyrics”.
So, I just wrote the lyrics to a song.
A love song.
(This is a short story that I wrote several years ago for a Flash Fiction group that I participate in on Facebook)
Magic is real.
I know it is.
I can feel it in my very core.
There is no other option than that.
(This is a short story that I wrote for a Flash Fiction group that I participate in on Facebook. The theme was “Rhododendron”. It was posted originally on Blogmaster2000.com on 2-1-12)
“Yes,” Pete said as he stared back at Mike for a beat longer than was probably absolutely necessary. “Seriously.”
Mike laughed and said, “Man, that is so completely lame.”
The sun rested lightly on the horizon. Billy adjusted his left hand on the neck, and then reached down with his right hand to double check the cable connection and took in a deep calming breath. The pleasant rumble of the assembling crowd drifted up to his ears on the warm summer breeze.
Sometimes he felt like this was the only moment that mattered, this was the moment for which he kept on living. He generally felt that right now, as he heard Petey off to the side swearing under his breath trying to get the generator to kick over, as Layla smiled sweetly at all the locals dropping off food and then finding a place to throw out a blanket on the thick grass.