Others secretly pondered the essential edicts of humanity.
Some negotiated the snowdrifts on Front Street with snowmobiles, but most residents remained indoors. The world had fallen away during the storm, and, as the snow continued to fall, many debated if Marquette was the final bastion of humanity.
A few locals had equipped themselves with snowshoes and attempted to walk to salvation, but there was only a white void beyond the Northern Michigan University campus. Even the immense Lake Superior was no longer discernible.
Religious fanaticism fermented in the neighborhood around St. Paul’s Cathedral. Others secretly pondered the essential edicts of humanity.
That’s my picture up there. I’m not totally sure why I look so angry. I may be thinking about how much I hated the Crypt Keeper as a child.
I grew up faithfully watching reruns of The Twilight Zone and Tales from the Crypt. Unfortunately, I missed the boat in terms of writing for either of those programs. I do consider both to have been wildly influential when I think back to my earliest thoughts about becoming an author and I’m grateful my parents let me watch those shows as a kid (although there were probably some nights early in my childhood my mother wished she hadn’t let me watch those shows). If you’re familiar with either program, then you know what genres are my focus. I thoroughly enjoy science fiction, suspense, the twist ending, and some horror or supernatural elements as well. Honestly, when I was a kid the Crypt Keeper scared the hell out of me. As an adult, I’ve really learned to embrace the puns.
Historical fiction is a favorite of mine as well, and the root of that is shared with my profession. I am an educator by trade, and I teach American History. I consider some of the best writing I’ve ever done to be within the realm of historical fiction and I really enjoy saturating my mind in the research end of those projects.
I would make the argument that storytelling is in my blood. Even my sister mulled, very briefly (about 45 minutes), launching a career as a screenwriter! My last name is one of those Irish (and, apparently, formally Manx) ones with a wonderfully researched history -“the story-teller’s descendant”. On of the first day of school each year, I do share that “my name is Mr. Scully, and that rhymes with Kelly”, just so I do not hear the myriad of mispronunciations on the first day.
Several years ago, I started a blog similar to this one to highlight my middle years as a teacher. If that aspect of my life is of any interest to you at all, you can still find that blog online. During my summers, I really have time to pursue my writing projects and this blog will highlight some of that work. My first attempts to sit down and write extensively occurred when I was 15, but only a few years ago did I make setting time aside to write a priority. I’ve also benefited wildly over the years from many willing readers among my family and friends. The direction and feedback from those individuals has been invaluable.
Outside the world of the written word, I am an educator, basketball coach, lecturer, and (very, very occasionally) a landscaper. I have only ever known Western Pennsylvania as my home.
Although I love a good novel, I am absolutely unable to resist the power of the short story. The latter is really what I hope to be remembered for one day.
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4 thoughts on ““Eternal Lake-Effect””
This reminds me of a small portion of “The Mist”(Movie) where they are trapped in the store and slowly start to turn on each other. Except this is a whole town and with snow. Very interesting concept. This is another one i’d love to read as like a full length short story or maybe even a novelette.
We don’t get much snow here (or any for that matter) so its intriguing to think about this white, frigid world where you can’t escape. As they say, Hell is other people.
I grew up in SoCal so below 70 is too cold for me xD And no problem! I like reading your work and I know comments are highly appreciated so I try whenever I can 🙂
This reminds me of a small portion of “The Mist”(Movie) where they are trapped in the store and slowly start to turn on each other. Except this is a whole town and with snow. Very interesting concept. This is another one i’d love to read as like a full length short story or maybe even a novelette.
We don’t get much snow here (or any for that matter) so its intriguing to think about this white, frigid world where you can’t escape. As they say, Hell is other people.
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Thanks again for reading and for the feedback! I couldn’t imagine not getting too much snow! I actually wouldn’t mind a little more periodically! Haha
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I grew up in SoCal so below 70 is too cold for me xD And no problem! I like reading your work and I know comments are highly appreciated so I try whenever I can 🙂
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I couldn’t imagine living in Calfornia! Seems like the weather is always so nice there!
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