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Category Archives: Stories
Into the Clouds
You were, as the kids these days might say, tardy to the party. In your misguided, frantic, and seemingly pathological efforts to keep everyone’s attention on you, you neglected the ever-important duty of keeping track of what your competition was … Continue reading →
The Shoeless Shoemaker
As his family had done for countless centuries, the cobbler labored long hours each day to make shoes for the good people of the village. The shoe-making techniques his family passed down through the years yielded shoes that were of … Continue reading →
Terminus
This was written in response to a suggested experiment approach, involving rewriting part of Genesis as a way of working in a distinctive voice. I’m posting it today in honor of Zombie Jesus Day. Enjoy! And the evening and the … Continue reading →
Eggs
I could still taste the runny yolks in the back of my throat as I walked along the red-brick sidewalk, my vision blurred slightly by the few persistent tears I couldn’t quite manage to suppress. The only thing Jeanine does … Continue reading →
The Story
Tell me a story, she said. Her voice was sleepy and her eyes half-closed. I began to tell a story. In English, she said, as she did every night. I want to hear a story in English. But you won’t … Continue reading →
The 100% Perfect Burrito
This week’s writing experiment. with apologies to Haruki Murakami One beautiful August afternoon, at a food truck on some narrow side street in west LA, I ate the 100% perfect burrito. Honestly, there was nothing about it that made it … Continue reading →
The Proclamation
Last week’s submission for my fiction class. Enjoy. As the time for him to walk onto the stage drew nearer, Philip’s deep sense of pride at having been chosen to read his essay at the town celebration became all the … Continue reading →
My Onion Wanna-be Piece
Every week we’re supposed to write a short (250-500 words) piece of fiction, based on a list of experiment ideas. Last week I submitted this, based on the experiment “Chronicle,” which suggests trying mimic the style of writing used in … Continue reading →
Hunger
Tony woke up on a cool early-Autumn morning in a wooded area in one of the city’s larger parks. He sat up on the park bench, set his jacket next to him, and breathed in the refreshing September air. The … Continue reading →
Music
When his father, Donald, called to say that his mother and brother had been in an accident, Simon went to the kitchen and threw together a quick sandwich. His father had sounded calm on the phone and even said the … Continue reading →