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Robert Terranova's Writings

Short Story
Jul.27.2012
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It was if Reverend Jim’s sermon was meant just for him, at least, that’s what Brian was thinking. “Your faith shall be tested.” That was the theme. Brian tried to remember more of the sermon. He remembered the color of the flowers on either side of the podium, white and pink. He remembered the color of the blouse Mrs. Carsten wore a turquoise blue with dark blue...
Short Story
Jul.25.2012
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Sam felt good. He felt real good, really good. He didn’t know why. There was no special reason. He had no idea what triggered it, but for some reason he was in a really good mood and he didn’t really want to find out why because knowing might end it. “Why the big smile on your face?” asked Jennifer as she came into the room after a hard, tiring day of work... “...
Short Story
Jul.24.2012
Walter Norton felt very happy when he turned into the driveway to the parking lot that surrounded Norton Auto Repair. The sun was shining. No rain was in the forecast. It was Thursday, and he was going to be fishing in Northern Wisconsin early Saturday morning. He had a fresh thermos of The Daily Grind’s best coffee and a box of donuts for the crew. He would have...
Short Story
Jul.23.2012
  Standing at the gates of Heaven, Brian thought he was merely unconscious and dreaming. That car didn't hit him hard enough to kill him. He was too young to have died. Besides, he didn’t remember anything about dying. There was no blackness, no tunnel and most of all, not light at the end of the tunnel. He barely remembered being hit. It was just a...
Short Story
Jul.21.2012
“I’ve got a better name for it,” I said, “The Rainbow Season!” My friend Sharron and I were having lunch at a downtown Ventura restaurant. It was one of those days Southern Californians are hardly ever found of: chilly, gloomy, rainy, February, a Rainy Season kind of day. Having been raised in Illinois, she has always disliked referring to the time around January...
Short Story
Jul.16.2012
One day a bird a Chickadee named 'User,' while looking for some food happened upon a computer named 'Cleverbot**.'   Cleverbot: Hello User: I'm a bird. Cleverbot: What birdy? User: Chickadee. Cleverbot: What about it? User: I'm hungry. Cleverbot: What is your name? User: Francine. Cleverbot: No you fail. User: What? Cleverbot: Yes. User: What! Cleverbot:...
Short Story
Jul.13.2012
‘Harvey,’ I said to myself, speaking to myself, ‘this can’t be happening.’ This whole thing’s gotta be a dream, just a dream. No, it’s more than just a dream…. It’s just a nightmare. How often do people dream about being turned into a frog? Not often, I’ll tell you. It’s never happened to me before, I’m sure of that. And it’s something I know I’d remember...
Short Story
Jul.12.2012
Smiling. Millie Blake was so terribly, horribly, almost-unable-to-breath afraid, but the dentist was smiling, giggling in fact. Dr. Frederick’s assistant was smiling too, but not giggling. She wasn’t the one holding the bat. She was handing Millie a glove. The last time Millie Blake sat in such a torture chair was eleven years ago. It was the pain that kept her...
Essay
Jul.08.2012
July 8, 2012
Getting checked out at the grocery store one day a few years ago, the bill came to $19.45. The cashier said, “Don’t see that come up every day. That was the year I was born. I would have guessed her age at 70, give or take a year. About a year before I was forced to retire another employee said, “Only two years and two months until I retire.” “Really,” I said,...