Category: Writing

Where we post written work, both fiction and non-fiction.

August 29, 2022

The Writer

I sit staring at the blank screen, the cursor patiently blinking. “Come on” I think to myself, “this can’t be that hard. It’s just a hundred words.” I glance at my text messages. Twitter has nothing new. Instagram is caught up. Email? Nope. Yeah, I’m just procrastinating.

“I can do this. I had an idea last night.” Of course I did. I was sure that this time I would remember it by morning. And of course I didn’t. Something about a cowboy, with a horse on a spaceship maybe?

I sit staring at the blank screen, the cursor patiently blinking.

June 28, 2022

Gone

This ship hung in space, light from the local star glinting off the shinier surfaces.

May 9, 2022

Endings

Tears streamed down Pat’s face. It was finally over, for him and for Michelle.

February 10, 2022

Questions

“Hey, Jesse?”

“Yeah Jake.”

“We’re ain’t going to make it, are we?”

December 13, 2021

Life and Love

An introduction by friends.

First date.

Second date.

December 4, 2021

Changed Forever

“Pre-test checklist complete.”

November 30, 2021

Finishing The Job

She slid into the driver’s seat, wincing as her shoulder brushed the leather surface. Blood from her hand smeared the shifter. She slid the key into the slot, twisted, and the engine rumbled to life.

April 6, 2020

The End

A man was born, he lived and he died. There was typically much, much more to the story than that, but for some, that is the extent of their lives. The significance, the value, the meaning, all depends on point of view. Ted didn’t have a very high opinion about his point of view, at least not at the moment.

March 23, 2020

A Change Will Do You Good

“I was expecting this to change my life,” said the man as he took the seat across from me. The business class lounge in Frankfurt was, as always, busy, so you took whatever you could get. “I’m so amazed how little for me has changed.”

March 2, 2020

The Work in Progress

This piece is what I call a vignette, something not long enough or fleshed out sufficiently to be considered a short story. I use these as writing experiments, allowing me to play with mood, setting, action, dialog, etc. This is the first of several that I will be publishing here over time. I hope you enjoy it.

It was a dark and stormy night. Wind howled in the trees and a shutter banged relentlessly against the side of the house like a half-crazed lunatic trying to get in. Lightning would split the sky like a white hot knife, or backlight the clouds with no warning. Thunder would rattle and shake the windows, doors, clapboard, timbers as it rolled and boiled through the air. This was not a night to be outside. This was a night to be in another town, another country, another continent.