Om Prakash John Gilmore
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John (Om Prakash) Gilmore, is a Retired Unitarian Universalist Minister, a Licensed Massage Therapist and Reiki Master Teacher, and a student and teacher of Tai-Chi, Qigong, and Nada Yoga. Om Prakash loves reading sci-fi and fantasy.
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Being The First
My apartment was much bigger than I thought it would be. That was a surprise. Yet again on Mars we didn’t have large spaces. Living under the dome limited the size of dwelling places, and the inside of the dome was similar to living in a larger space, so we didn’t worry too much about our private spaces.
By Om Prakash John Gilmoreabout 9 hours ago in Futurism
I Thought They Might Eat Me
I’ve never seen such a bunch of mean people in my life. I don’t even know if I should call them people. They looked like humans, but their eyes looked like cat, or reptile eyes. They wore these tight fitting black synthetic suits that made them all look fit and slim. I wondered if they were all built that way or if the suit made them look like that.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore21 days ago in Futurism
On Being First
The coffee shop is quiet today. It’s very pleasant. A few people drift in and out picking up their coffee to go while others sit, relax, and talk with muted voices. I must admit, it’s strange to be here this time of day. I’m usually in the dunes working.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore29 days ago in Futurism
Part 6 Vampire Story
So here I was. Now I had a whole dysfunctional family, and they were vampires. Hermosa and Ivory were sharing the same bedroom. She wanted to share my room with me. Not hardly. I didn’t want to get that friendly. She seemed to be fascinated with the weather up here. I couldn’t understand it. It was becoming winter. The sun began to disappear more quickly and hover around the horizon as people prepared for all of the months of darkness.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 months ago in Horror
No Welcome Home?
It had been several weeks. Thank God the monster goddess has not come, as she promised. She probably knew she wouldn't be welcome. In the meantime Ivory and I began to get along very well. She was a good girl, just about a woman, with a good sense of humor. She had many friends on this small island nation…some human and some not. I didn’t have the nerve to ask which was which because I didn’t want to know. I had come here to escape all of the news and confusion and it was working.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 months ago in Horror
A Vampire Story
My little cabin had really changed since meeting my so-called daughter. She spent most of her time hanging out with other vamps, and regulars, as they called the non vampires, in Svalsbard. I didn't have any idea there were so many vampires here, or I wouldn't have come. Yet here I was, in my cozy cabin that has been rearranged to make room for Ivory and entertain visitors.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 months ago in Fiction
Vampire Story -- Free At Last
It’s dark again. I don’t know why I’m surprised. It's winter here in Svalbard, the most northern nation in the world with people regularly inhabiting it. Why am I here? I don’t know. Maybe I like the dark. Maybe I like the people here. More likely, maybe I like the idea of being alone and left alone.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore6 months ago in Fiction
What's Next Your Highness
We were escorted down a long hallway that took many twists and turns almost like a maze. There was no way we could have found our way out of there had we escaped. Yet again, there was no place to escape to. We came to a small doorway at the end of a hallway. It was so narrow we had to turn sideways to slip through. The guards closed and secured the door behind us.
By Om Prakash John GilmoreExclusive • 9 months ago
Oh Hell!
Carrie sat there watching, but silent. It wasn’t the pale Carrie, but the one I had been used to seeing. The others were also quite somber. “I didn’t expect that,” she finally said “You were only gone a few minutes. I’ll get you something to drink.” She stood up and headed to a small table in the corner of the room. There were a few snacks and drinks spread out there for us, I guess, or the employees. I still wasn’t sure where I was. It was hard to remember. And then I remembered the hospital.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 years ago in Futurism
