Ancient Secret - fiction

Royce left the city.

When he found himself planted in the heart of the Adirondacks, something came over him. The wilderness took hold of his body and forced him to take it in – the mountains, the trees, the sky.

A gust of wind swept through, whispering an ancient secret: you’re hooooooooome.

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A Room With No View - fiction

The landlady shows me to the tiny room where I’m to stay in this urban wilderness of Barcelona. It’s painted entirely in a deep, thunderous red. It has no windows, and seems to be furnished primarily with cats.

“Excuse me,” I venture, “is it too late to cancel?

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Bon Voyage

The motor home was loaded. The couple and their two dogs piled in to head off into parts unknown. Oh, they new their destinations, at least the first two, but what surprises awaited? Texas was familiar, yet they were headed for the desert. They just might love the wilderness ☺️

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Fatigue - fiction

I am lost in a wilderness of worry today. Gas prices. My weedy garden. Gun control. Memory loss. Election results. Carbohydrates. Mammogram. House taxes. The dreaded computer upgrade. My disappearing savings. The absolute madness of half of our nation’s people and where will it end?

I’m going back to bed.

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Empty To-Do List, Fiction

Lyle’s boss left for the week to go camping with her husband. Jenny didn’t leave him with any tasks. No reports to file or spreadsheets to make. He panicked, worried a coworker would catch him being “unproductive.” Jenny went to the wilderness, but Lyle was the one who got lost.

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Nov 11, 2022·edited Nov 11, 2022Liked by Justin Deming

It's Over, Fiction

(Crime Fiction)

Will Derness hitched his backpack off his weary shoulders and faced the setting sun. His feet ached in his boots from hiking since sunrise.

They had pinged his cell phone. Police had found the body. There’s no going back.

He stepped off the cliff’s edge and fell into the wilderness.


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Adrenaline Junkie, Fiction

The wilderness feeds my addiction. I choose monsoons under the moonlight, savage beasts in the rainforest and cannibals in the Congo as my drug of choice.

I need a stronger hit. The universe is my dealer now, planets and stars beyond our solar system my new drug.

What a high.

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Nov 11, 2022·edited Nov 11, 2022Liked by Justin Deming

Helpless, Fiction

The birds whistled. Trees wept. A coyote can be heard screaming in the distance. The dog stayed near. The stump was hidden. I didn’t see the bear. My breathing was heavy. The pain radiated down my leg. Light echoed through the trees in the wilderness. It was the search party.

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Wilderness (fiction)

“Wilderness,” they sneered. What a horrible place to choose to spend time. “Full of bugs,” they said, shuddering at the thought.

“Freedom,” Christa said, sighing with contentment as she prepared to set up camp beside her favorite waterfall. Far from the insanity of her family’s obsession with Wall Street. “Home.”

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Analog Wilderness - Fiction? Reality? You Decide.

I turned on the faucet. Nothing came out. I never saw Phoenix again.

There were shortages of everything: Electricity. Internet. Eggs. Sanity. Really, though, it was all about power. I worked for the world’s most powerful company. We controlled everything.

Our goal? Take down the nation. Starting with the grid.

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Love the photo! Ok, I’ll get to thinking on this one!

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Nov 17, 2022Liked by Justin Deming

Misty Mountain Hop is a Zeppelin song, but you knew that.

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Nov 17, 2022Liked by Justin Deming

Wilderness terrain, splinters my brain.

Wilderness dilemma: living, but insane. 😉

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