T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington
Bio
At aged 70 I started to write. I'm a short story writer. I'm a hobby writer, not chasing money, but an audience is very much appreciated. I develop ideas and write from my imagination for family, friends and fellow writers.
Stories (16/0)
Hernandez House At The End Of Antler Circle
The sun, a giant fiery Ojo de Dios, glared down on Antler Circle, baking the dusty street and casting short shadows from the stoic oak trees. At the end of the circle, the old Hernandez house stood like a weathered bullfighter, its sun-bleached brick coat bearing the scars of time. This house, once a boisterous nest brimming with laughter and spicy chorizo smells, now echoed with a different kind of silence: the hush of generations past and the quiet of dwindling disuse.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington6 days ago in Families
Girl's Love Of Art Spreads Happiness And Healing In Unlikely Place
Lily swung her little legs back and forth as she sat at her easel, paints, brushes wipe rags and a water can scattered in front of her. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she carefully chose which colors to use next on her painting and which brush to choose.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington6 days ago in Art
The Vaquero’s Quite Farewell
Sitting on the back of a tired old horse, looking in all directions, there was only the vast, undulating embrace of the prairie, where the horizon kisses the sky in a never-ending line. That’s where the Vaquero found himself, nothing but horizon, and very little to break up the view. The very definition of alone, but that’s not how he felt. He was not young in years but rich in the solitude of the plains. At 68, he found himself the guardian of a substantial herd, not by choice but by the necessity of circumstance. His companions were few: a loyal dog whose eyes sparkled with an understanding beyond words, and a horse, old, steady, and true, who had carried the weight of his dreams and sorrows without complaint for nearly a decade.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington6 days ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Pines
By Edger Ai Bington In the heart of a snow-laden forest, far from the bustling streets and glowing city lights, lived Rubinia, a 12-year-old girl whose world was as vast and mysterious as the endless white expanse surrounding her home. The forest, known as the Whispering Pines, was a place of serene beauty, where the snowflakes danced like celestial beings under the moonlit sky. Rubinia's cottage, nestled deep within this wintry wonderland, was a sanctuary of warmth and knowledge.
By T Rain AKA Edger Ai Bington29 days ago in Fiction