Category Archives: Writing

Frankenstein reclined awkwardly on the psychiatrist’s couch.  It was made for a man half his size and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get comfortable.  Of course, his comfort issues were internal. And that’s why he was … Continue reading →

An early snowfall had blanketed the forested hills of Vermont.  A big black sedan roared through the small town, ignoring the ice and slush on the road until it was too late.  There by the bridge over the river, its … Continue reading →

When I was a janitor, some people looked at me and saw a janitor. And some people looked at me and saw a person. This story is dedicated to them. Karl tied the plastic black bag in a knot and … Continue reading →

Water bugs zipped across the surface of the stream’s pool, making tiny waves that traveled to the sides of the rocks. Light filtered through the trees, creating spots on the water’s surface. He could see his face. And then he … Continue reading →

Good morning! I was up late but I slept late. So that works for me. Magic 8-Ball is one of my favorite recent stories. Hope you’ve gotten to read it.

At a yard sale in a wooded neighborhood across town, a man browsed through the cornucopia of junk, toys and other value-priced flotsam. He walked over to a table that reminded him of Rudolph’s Island of Forgotten toys.  A doll. … Continue reading →

Like a plant, when a person with deep roots in a community is suddenly yanked from it, it leaves a hole. When a person with no roots is gone, no one notices. An acorn dropped to the ground on that … Continue reading →