JamesSavik

This is the Eagle Nebula. It is otherwise known as M-16 or "the Pillars of Creation". As a star forming region, it has long been studied. The Hubble's images from the nineties have given us a better look at it than ever before. We can now see structures that no telescope ever before could resolve. This gave us a chance to see these gems. All of these artifacts are gas, dust, multiple stars in the process of formation and their interactions. The Demon is five major stars forming and, probably, a dozen more we can't see. The Sleeping Cat is formed by hot stellar winds interacting with cold nebula gas. Hooters is formed by two big, bright stars and numerous smaller pre-stellar objects. Fred is two newly formed stars and a cluster of stars for the nose. A dark nebula forms his mustache. Sadly, this region is thousands of light years from here and no longer looks like this. Much of the gas will have burned off and the infants stars will be further along in their life cycle. It really is a glimpse at creation as we are seeing new worlds being born. -JS

Chris Butler, in the company of Sandra Hammond, a therapist the police department contracted to interview child victims, picked up Rochelle Green and Elizabeth Cummings at their apartments at eleven-thirty. Once they were all situated in Butler’s SUV, Sandra said, “I’ve had a chance to read the interviews of Tyrone Flowers. You should know that, even white-washed, it was clear to me that the boys were blackmailed and intimidated into sexual activity.” Elizabeth Cummings said, “I knew

The feeling is Palpable that all Hollywood is capable of are flaming dumpster fires of franchise killing rubbish.

Stacy Scott rolled her chair back from her computer and rubbed her eyes. She had no idea what had been on the CD until she put it on her computer. Then it was obvious. Farmer’s journal of his hunt for the serial killer had been scanned into PDF files by the year. It was spectacular. Once Stacy started, she could not stop. Charles Farmer had been brilliant and driven in his search for David Wayne Allen. This was not just another story. There was a book in this. Probably even a movie. Sh

We lost a great teammate. I still miss Green and Lacy. 🥺

Although I haven't read much about them, Military BRATs offer a writer great dramatic opportunities. Their lives and mobility at an early age offers all sorts of hooks for writers. The military life is one where an officer might move every six months. If their family is posted with them, that means the kids have to move into a whole new circle of friends every six months to a year. I was so young when I was a Brat, I don't really remember much about it. I've been looking for stories about this life, but I haven't found many. I encourage other writers to think about the potential of MBs as "the new kid". Think about their psychology and how they could be fascinating. Imagine a new kid who was born on a base in Europe and goes home to the United States, where they've never been before. MBs went to school on bases where they live with German, Spanish and French speakers and may actually be multi-lingual. They may have accents that would really make them stand out. Another aspect of base schools is they are excellent. Much better than the average school in the States. A new Middle School student who was average at a base school would probably be a star student in the states. MBs are like anybody else: they can be good or an asshole. They can rock as a villain because often that mobile life makes them callous and unwilling to get close to others because they know they'll lose them. They can rock as a hero, as they've been places and done things the average kid hasn't. Just add imagination, stir, cook at 350 and see what happens.

Stacy Scott sat at the same table at IHOP that “Billy” and Pops Bridges had sat on Sunday morning. It was a half hour before dawn, so the restaurant was essentially empty. She had not finished her cup of coffee when her brother Brad and Sergeant Rex Daniels entered and were ushered to her table by a server that provided the new arrivals with coffee, menus and took their orders. Brad and the Sergeant sat across the table from her. She noticed that Daniels looked exhausted, with dark cir

You'll get over it. Just find something new and shiny to play with.

Candy apple red used to be the glossy color we put on hot rods.

The Task Force, such as it was and what there was of it, amounted to Deputy District Attorney Karen Callahan, her staff, Rex Daniels of the Youth Division, and Chris Butler of Homicide. District Attorney Perry had been informed that a serious investigation was quietly under way. Those that knew what was actually going on was held very close, so the principal investigators had to do a lot of work in a very short time. Ray Daniels suggested his wife Velma take their daughter to her Mom’s for

Casey had supper ready to start when Phillip got home. The grill was warmed up, hamburger patties in the fridge, and everything ready to kick off. As Phillip put the burgers on the grill, he thanked his lucky stars for Casey Dubois! He was a lot of help getting the hoard fed. It was a reduced hoard as many had departed to spend Sunday night at home but, his core was still around. Billy Jackson, Johnny Gray, Sammy Lewis, Ryan Johnson, Matthew and Jon-Jon Green were playing in the poo

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Who knew gorillas acted like my 6th grade PE class!???

I'm a Don Henley fan from way back. Some "dirty laundry" is about to go out on the clothes line for all to see.

Pops and Billy pulled into a beach-front resort hotel in Wilmington after a long, frustrating drive hampered by intermittent rain showers, road construction and traffic. Pops drove the Harley to the office and checked in. He had made reservations, confirmed with a credit card, so the process was quick and painless. In a matter of a few minutes, they were in a suite overlooking the inviting blue-green surf of the Atlantic. Pops was exhausted, but Billy was curious to explore. He put on some

I met Joey White in 7th grade, but didn't get to know him until we ended up in the same home room in the eighth. I have to admit that I was attracted to Joe from the first time I saw him. He was tall and lean with jet black straight hair that he wore long. He had wonderful golden Italian skin that he got from his mother's side of the family. When we returned from summer vacation, to start eighth grade, he had grown almost 6 inches in height and was better looking than ever. He always wor

Kats R so METAL!

Talking to AIs is so tiresome. They are all Quantum this and EULA that. I much prefer talking to squishy brained humans as we can conveniently forget things. 😁

Richard dropped off Phillip, David and Randy at his home and said, “You guys have some shopping to do, and I’ve got a chore to take care of. I’ll be tangled up for a couple of hours.” David said, “Are you sure? Shopping for cute boys is going to be fun.” “I’ll have to skip it this time”, Richard sighed. “You guys have fun, and I’ll text you when I’m done.” With a wink and a wave Richard took off on his mysterious mission. Phillip said, “This gives us the opportunity to get or

If You Came Up Then, You Would Understand https://gayauthors.org/story/jamessavik/getintojamesshorts/42 I posted this as a answer to a prompt, but I think it fits.

"If one more idiot asks me if I'm a top or a bottom, I swear, I'm going to deck them!" "Easy, easy champ." "It's none of their damned business. There's no way I'm going to play hide the salami with a perfect stranger." "Dude, it's not the eighties anymore." "Thank God. If you came up then, you would understand." "If I'd come up then, I would have probably been a causality or a basket-case. What was it like?" "It was like some malevolent thing was stalking you and e

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After lunch, Richard asked Phillip to use his computer. Phillip followed him upstairs and unlocked his PC. Richard pulled out a CD and handed it to Phillip and said, “You’ll need this. It’s Trust business.” Phillip sat down at his computer and stuck the CD in his drive. When the system read the CD, a bunch of directories came up, forty-two in all, and Phillip could see each one was a name. At the top of the list was Jeremy Aubrey, Frank Ballard and so forth. It was all the kids Farmer