Fiction Writing
It started one year, with one child. 'What do those children get?' she asked, and her mother told her, 'Not much.' The child had some shoes she'd outgrown. She placed them at the gate of the orphanage on Christmas Eve. The next year more shoes were left. Another year on and bags of clothing appeared. … Continue reading THAT ONE SPECIAL DAY
'Man, all three of you couldn't hit a barn door. Try again.' Hank loaded a clay into the thrower. 'Ready?' 'Pull!' The clay disc fired out over the field. Three shots fired off. The clay landed in one piece a hundred yards away. 'Dammit, these guns is useless,' whined Dwight. 'How we expected to hit … Continue reading PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
The woman was dead. The cover-up exposed. Samson strode along the corridor of pillars flanked by his team. This was their moment of triumph, yet there was no celebration in what had happened. Their footsteps reverberated on the stone floor, echoing ominously. They crossed the courtyard and stopped at the heavy arch door. Samson knocked. … Continue reading PILLAR OF THE COMMUNITY
I wrapped my arms around Kyle. We turned and watched the parasail disappearing in the distance. 'There he goes, my crazy brother' I sighed. 'Maybe he'll come back safe.' Kyle suggested, more in hope than expectation. The clouds on the horizon had been gathering. The storm would make landfall imminently. It had been downgraded from … Continue reading IMMORTALITY IN THE MODERN WORLD
'Tick-tock, tick-tock,' went the clock. 'Time's up! Time's up!' cried the People. 'No more! No more!' chanted the Poor. Save me! Save me!' weeped the Earth. 'Me Too! Me Too!' screamed the Victims. Louder and louder the voices grew. Higher and higher the echos reached. Some of the Powerful fell on the sword of justice. … Continue reading TICK-TOCK
