Tag Archives: short story

A dog’s life – morning

Posted in 2015, humorous, random thoughts | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Space Between

There, in the place in between, I look for you. I compress myself as small as I can, feeling bloated and huge. But I know that is right because I could never be too small when I try to wedge … Continue reading

Posted in 2014, grief, writing | Tagged , | 1 Comment

Cafe Angst

The three of us sat in a little cafe in the suburbs of a large town, or if you prefer, a small city in southern Pennsylvania. A city where hick and chic get muddled and mixed, where you’re not sure … Continue reading

Posted in 1998, short story, unthemed | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Red Wine

She loved the music I listened to on the radio. She had never learned how to cook anything but fudge. We’d stay up late and watch horror movies, eating fudge and instant popcorn. She knew how to talk. She could … Continue reading

Posted in 1991, dark, short story | Tagged , | Leave a comment

When Time Stopped

In that night of heavy, heady heat, the sweat swam across my skin. The lethargy that moonlit eve inspired allowed for no thought of sleep, indeed, for no thought at all – it was too hot to think. Like the … Continue reading

Posted in 1995, horror, short story | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Three Vertically-challenged Members of the Porcine Species

A member of the porcine species told his three offspring to go live independently with no financial aid from their parental unit. So, the three vertically-challenged pigs (for lack of a better term) ventured forth in three non-conformist directions. The … Continue reading

Posted in 1994, humorous, short story | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Memory

It was a dream, or maybe deja vu. It was more like a memory than anything else. I had forgotten all about him. He was one of those things you swear you won’t forget, but you do anyhow. One moment, … Continue reading

Posted in 1989, short story, unthemed | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Ethelor

I have a secret place to go. I have recast it from a little crab-apple tree in somebody’s backyard to a tiny cottage; a world of groliwogs and triloquads; of elves and eilionways, and iridyce. This is where I am … Continue reading

Posted in 1988, short story | Tagged , | Leave a comment

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She watched him crossing the length of the room; his dancing-spider body filling her with a sense of uniform contradiction. His long angularity disappointed the expectations that his movements would be stilted and jerky like an insect, for he moved … Continue reading

Posted in 1996, short story, unthemed | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Glass Eye

It was years ago, in that little New Hampshire town where I ran errands for old Miss West. She was an ancient, nasty spinster who wanted a kid on hand to do odd jobs for her. She was fat and … Continue reading

Posted in 1993, horror, short story | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Orb

The rain fell in spattering drops, down upon the ground. Life-giver, thirst-quencher, healer of the earth’s wounds, it gently hit the mustard yellow grass with soothing coolness. The parched ground stretched out its arms to the pure, glittering blueness. A … Continue reading

Posted in 1992, short story, unthemed | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Stream of Consciousness

I remember a time when I looked into your eyes your eyes your eyes and I feared you and your strength and your power and your heat and your heart. But then I looked through the dusty glass of your … Continue reading

Posted in 1994, short story, unthemed | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Autumn Morning

The sun shone down on the clear, crisp world below, smiling at the reflection shining off of the crimson and gold leaves of the trees. The orange sphere of a newly risen dawn watched as two young girls slowly shuffled … Continue reading

Posted in 1990, environmental, short story | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Mirror

The tired group of four walked through the stinging sand towards the city. All were tired, hungry, and confused. Each of them had woken up in this dry deserted place, remembering nothing. They knew only that they had somehow found … Continue reading

Posted in 1993, short story, unthemed | Tagged , | Leave a comment