Writing Exercise - Shorty Story (04/26) Every morning he wakes up and offers himself as a minion of one amongst the many disjecta membra of society. It was impressed upon him that to become more useful he must remember his own fallibility. He must humble himself and proffer himself for the use of the higher… Continue reading Mixed Up at Birth
Category: Short Story
Woman by the swamp
Writing Exercise - Words of the Day (04/25/22) The spry hoary-haired woman stood in the lobby of her 4 bedroom cabin looking out over the water. The townspeople spoke of her as a mystical creature due to her eerie long life. She attributed her longevity to the paludal environment she was always surrounded by. She… Continue reading Woman by the swamp
The Poetic Giant
The gangrel giant sat perched on the side of the mountain. He had short brown hair which appeared in tufts framing his black brooding eyes. He had a massive jaw that jutted out when he was thinking. He was young for his kind and slightly smaller than his forebearers. He was still a formidable creature… Continue reading The Poetic Giant
Be Careful What You Wish For
Winter was quick off the mark this year. Cold gusts had begun to blow through causing the leaves outside to pucker and drop more quickly. Winter coats were dug up from the back of storage closets. She had a hankering for a white Christmas but messed up by wishing for it too soon. Great oaks… Continue reading Be Careful What You Wish For
Mass Transit
Men and women from the oppidan suburb that surrounds the great city forsake their circadian clocks. They force themselves to be crepuscular creatures egressing from their slumber when the crow has not yet sung. They exit their homes to merge with strangers in mass transit for the city. They stand together nearly touching in silence… Continue reading Mass Transit
Street Lights
There was a lacuna of light between Fredo and Sally. Fredo shone brightly as he guided the entranceway where patrons drove forward and backwards in their visit with the diner. Sally always felt that Fredo was too officious, shining as brightly as he did. Sally took a much more sporadic approach to her services as… Continue reading Street Lights
The Flower Man
The flower man stands at the corner of the busy intersection surrounded by his gifts of unclaimed smiles for purchase. As he waits for new business, he waves at the people and cars whizzing by. The woman who had stopped to browse reflected on how seemingly unaffected the flower man was by the contumely demeanor… Continue reading The Flower Man
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