Ted stood, for what felt like the hundredth time this week, alone on the same sidewalk overlooking the pier. How did this keep happening? Was all he could think. He was a good guy, somewhat attractive. He had a good job was consistent and secure. He even read all the books on how toContinue reading “How I Write a Love Story: Part 1”
Category Archives: Writing, Shortstories
Getting Uncomfortable
Deep in the heart of a great mountain, where the heat and pressure were incomprehensible, sat two pieces of coal staring into the heat. “God, it is so boring down here.” Said Bob, the first piece of coal. “Yeah, not much to do but wait to be found and be burned alive to cook someone’sContinue reading “Getting Uncomfortable”
A Giant Called Humble
One day as the sun rose to light up the little fishing village, where every sort of person worked and lived with their families and friends. A giant approached. The people in the village immediately panicked throwing down their work and running to hide. Shaking and trembling the village waited, hoping that the giant wouldContinue reading “A Giant Called Humble”
Decisions Not Conditions: The Promise of The Light
I woke in the darkness of the place. Stale and stinking of rot and death. Standing my feet found damp, wet earth that just the night before had been a warm bed of grass. How did I get here? My eyes began to adjust to the nightmarish landscape that grew up around me as IContinue reading “Decisions Not Conditions: The Promise of The Light”
Catching the Wind: How I Rediscover My Flow, and you can too.
I was stuck, the mud was caked around my shoes, and I couldn’t go any farther. The day had been an exercise of exhausting my will to the point of wanting to give up. And I had just written something I thought so beautiful and profound about dancing to the grave. I love that ideaContinue reading “Catching the Wind: How I Rediscover My Flow, and you can too.”
Who Am I
A thrum of energy resonated through me, as time seemed to pause. A drop of water from the leaking faucet hung in the air for a moment before crashing into the metallic basin, with a thunderous crash. Stirring me from the thought that had me frozen. “Who am I?” What a question. I haveContinue reading “Who Am I”
Do The Thing: A Dance to the Grave
A man lay, with shallow breath and half-closed eyes on the hospital bed. His well-worn face marked with the lines of untold numbers of smiles and laughter. He was 93 years old and had been taken off any sort of assisted life support two days ago. He had asked the medical staff to do it.Continue reading “Do The Thing: A Dance to the Grave”
An Original: Back to Basics
There once was a portrait of a man. Painted by an Artist with an uncommon hand. For the Artist had dreams, he had hopes and love. Pouring into his painting all the above. Crafting a face with a heart full of Grace. Eyes full of purpose and a soul for the chase. He stood backContinue reading “An Original: Back to Basics”
The Gettys-burger Address
“Abe?” “Abe?” “What is it, Mary?” “I am making lunch, do you want a sandwich?” “Oh yes, that would be fantastic. I have been sitting here racking my brain about how to address Gettysburg and didn’t even realize how hungry I had become.” “I have a feeling those folks at Gettysburg won’t even remember whatContinue reading “The Gettys-burger Address”
Seeking Purpose Today 