Category Archives: STORIES

In the new democracy that took form after the war, when literally the dust had settled and with the help of rains that dug themselves into lakes, the ashes were molded into cities, flattened into roads and smoothly grooved into … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"But it would be fun, don’t you think? To ride bikes along the edge of the tracks, and if we got tired and a train came by we could grab onto, you know, those railings that the hobos hold on … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So.  That’s it then.  There really is no God. Charles Alphonse Caretta leans back in his chair after pulling the chain on the desklight.  The tiny room is lit only in the blue-white glow of the computer screen, a small … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"Let’s pretend, for discussion purposes," Jaworski said, "that at one time there was a God."  The morning sun slid between the slatted blinds at the windows, striping the classroom with bars of iron grey in contrast to the bright slashes … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay, so let me tell you what this is all about.  Dean over at anacronyms has been mentioning the e-book challenge over at Lynn Viehl’s site, Paperback Writer.  What Lynn has come up with and so graciously hosted is a … Continue reading →

A scattered few puffs of lone clouds met over the Rockies, blown by the northwest wind into a gathering of a gray ragtag army marching over the plains, stopping to drink at the Great Lakes of Michigan’s banks, holding its … Continue reading → Continue reading →

She sprawled uncomfortably twisted on the floor near the propane stove with a match in her left hand.  Counting to one hundred and twenty, then to one hundred and twenty again.  Whispering another sixty as the thumb of her right … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Mrs. McLaughlin woke up every morning at seven a.m on May 23rd, 1997.  For many years, she would put on her robe, stop to use the bathroom, and head down the stairs to the kitchen and make a pot of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Fleeting thought caught: If my service in the war comes up in conversation, and I am asked by someone whom I barely know, "How was it, really?" my answer is usually to the effect, "It was hot, it was buggy, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Oh my.  I suppose that yes, I should have called 911 right away, or even Dr. Shapiro.  But I was only half awake from a bad dream and as I slipped back into sleep I realized he wasn’t snoring, and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Another one, from out of nowhere yet it has a place it’s going, Suicide Notes, started today: Have you ever stood between a man and suicide and failed to be that wall? Have you ever felt the pang of the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Life begins with the narrative structure of a story.  Sometimes shattered into fragments becoming poetry. Poetry is the fragments put together.  Missing pieces, often distorted from the broken edges that never fit again in one mirrored plane.  An image interesting … Continue reading → Continue reading →