Andrew C McDonald
Bio
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Rat Race
Enticed by a heavenly odor I followed my nose. Praying to find some food for my poor hungry pups. There, on the high place, a round shape emitting the most delicious smell. Nostrils twitching, whiskers doing a little dance, I clambered up. Peering around fearfully, suspiciously, I checked that the giant two-leg creature was not in sight. Stealthily, on little padded feet, I approached.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Perspectives
A letter/story style poem about a child teaching the father: ****************************************************** My nine-year-old son walked up to me the other day and asked “Daddy, why is the sky blue?” I looked up and said “The sky may be blue, for thus I perceive it too. Like the color of the sun in its shade of yellow. See there behind that cloud little fellow? The green of the grass and the brown of the trees: Not unlike that grasshopper there by your knees. But as for why these things are so; I can’t honestly say that I really know.”
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Non Ennui
Below is actually a micro fiction story. I hope you enjoy it. *********************************** I spotted him just as he saw me. His badge was on prominent display. His weapon, thankfully, still holstered. "Stop or I'll shoot!" he yelled from across the street. My heart jumped into my throat. The evidence was right there in my hand. Quickly, I darted around the corner into the alleyway. If I was caught here my life would be over.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
A Singular Echo
Reaching out with a tightly muscled right leg Matt shoved off strongly in order to build up speed as he approached the edge of the halfpipe. Making the most of the smooth asphalt of the deserted parking lot, which was great for skateboarding, he ollied over a curb stop with perfect form – unfortunately he failed to notice the branch an errant breeze had blown into his path. The branch was just before the dip leading down into the large open drain culvert which Matt utilized as a halfpipe for his practice sessions. When the front wheels of his Zero skateboard lurched to an abrupt halt against the offending chunk of wood Matt himself was not quite so lucky. The euphoria of completing a successful fifteen-inch ollie was suddenly transformed into a microsecond of “Oh Crap!” fear as his feet left the imagined safe transport of Zero. Zero notwithstanding, gravity took over with a vengeance as Matt flew head over heels with only enough time for instinct to allow him to get his hands under him before he did a major concrete face plant. l
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
A Dick Dodgers SFPI Educational Interlewd: Boedeen
Note the below is a part of the saga of Dick Dodgers, Space Faring Paranormal Investigator, 1st Class (... so he says). It is tongue in cheek style background information on the planet Boedeen written for the serial novel "Dick Dodgers and the Case of the Orgasmic Organism."
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Humor
