Fiction Writing
The ruined building had only one window left intact. On it was a star. 'Your star.' 'What do you mean, Father?' 'The star of David. It belonged to a religion, long ago.' 'A religion?' 'Like a belief, a faith. People gathered to worship their God.' 'People believed Gods were real?' 'Before science had given us … Continue reading AFTER THE FALL
Their own quiet spot: the water brown from the muddy bed; the beach a mixture of sand and silt; the tree that grew out horizontally from the water's edge before curving up towards the heavens. It was here they had first stolen away together, away from the group of friends hanging around the park in … Continue reading THEIR TRANQUIL PLACE
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
