Cora Baxter spent most of her day sitting by the window watching the corn grow and waiting for her children to come home. She welcomed the daily visits from Neticia, who cleaned her house and brought food on occasion, and waited for Frank to come in from plowing the fields on the Farm-All tractor.
After a break in her career, when Alisha joined back, she was scared and lonely. This article describes how she used a trick to get her lost confidence back every time she felt like an imposter and thought she was not good enough.
A fictional short in response to Bill's writing challenge
‘Hear this, my friend. Love is a precious object. it cannot be given to anybody. Love is a respectful object. It is, but to suffer and enjoy. Love is a great and wealthy object. Mountains fall and ashes remain. It becomes a fire for the heart. It makes kings servants. Love is a confident object.
A humorous anecdote about a day in the life of a pen, from the perspective of said pen. Enjoy!
A short story about a boy living in a family shelter for the first time. When thieves break in and steal the center's Christmas tree, Little Joe determines to find another just before the worst ice storm in years strikes. He wants to share with others what Christmas had been like at home.
In this bedtime story for preschoolers, Din Din and his family introduce the Mishits to their new home. What to expect? The story includes vocabulary that will prompt your preschooler to ask you questions, which can be points of discussion to amplify your child's vocabulary and worldview.
This is the final installment of these flash pieces, plus I'm adding an after thought regarding what I am up to lately in the literary studies arena—including a rant about postmodernism's deleterious effect on life and art.
A young boy grows fast and furious and all hell breaks out...
A frightening Tale of what the world could be in the near Future. But with a chilling twist in the tail!
After I hear an audio file, I write a book that becomes a bestseller. A fellow author, however, warns me not to listen to the end of the recording but delete it. My nephews hear it at my place, but I am right there to stop it and delete it. Then my nephews begin to excel at writing English essays.
A lady meets the wrong guy on her first date. He turns out to be what she didn't expect.
Here's the thing, it started off great. He respected my boundaries and he was so sweet. Everyone thought so. Everyone still thinks so. Except... in private he is not so sweet or respectful but he loves me. I know he loves me and I love him.
What do you do when your heart is ripped out of your chest unexpectedly? What do you do when your world tilts on it's axis? Is there anything you can do? Is the loss of the other half of your soul a thing you are meant to survive? Do people survive this?
Graveyard Whistler has been quite busy finishing his dissertation in Literary Theory for the PhD at the University of South Falls. He has decided to take a few hours off on Sunday to check in with a strange story he came across in a literary theory journal that specializes in mystical literature.
An old man stands on the corner of a playing field, and for a moment he is the boy he used to be.