They Yearn for the Cup
words: 833
Aika forced a smile as he watched his brother Mika walk away into the dim mist of the night. He felt pain in his stomach knowing it would be the last time he’d see his brother. Despite the cheering from the crowd, his parents included, he didn’t share their joy. A pressure swelled in his stomach.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Short Story: Abe Zanarkand’s Merry Quest to Determine Who Marries Mary
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and occurrences are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Abe Zanarkand’s Merry Quest to Determine Who Marries Mary
words: 939Detective Abe Zanarkand’s entry into the florist shop was accompanied by the clatter of bells hanging on the interior handle door. The florist eyed Zanarkand from behind oversized red rimmed glasses.
Not many people could wear a trench coat and fedora in the July heat and not sweat a drop. The florist knew this meant one of two things, trouble or a lousy tip.
Monday, February 15, 2016
I Didn't Learn to Play the Keyboard
Yann Tiersen's Comptine D'un Autre ete L'apres Midi is an amazing song. Every time I hear it, I wish I could play that song.
I started an adventure to learn that song. I didn't know how to play the keyboard, though I had played an instrument in band class decades ago. That was all of my experience.
I started an adventure to learn that song. I didn't know how to play the keyboard, though I had played an instrument in band class decades ago. That was all of my experience.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Short Story - Snowball Plight
Snowball Plight
words: 1183
[1] INTERIOR. TYPICAL BIG BOX STORE - ENTRANCE. MORNING.
Close shot on the wheel of a shopping cart as it rolls across the floor. It squeaks with every full rotation. CLYDE shakes his head, wondering how he always gets that one noisy cart. The noise of the wheel is miniscule in a store bustling with patrons and carts.
CLYDE is average looking, wearing neat, non-descript clothing and a dark ball cap pulled low. CLYDE moves towards the back of the store with purpose.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Short Story - Cinnamon Raisins Messing with My Mind
Cinnamon Raisins Messing with My Mind
words: 2176
Allison inhaled and exhaled deliberately. Her mind was starting to race
as she wondered how much oxygen was left. It felt like she was falling
asleep standing up, her body going limp and regaining consciousness
before she fell. Her knees were near her chest, and she had no room to
move.
words: 2176
Monday, January 18, 2016
My Movie Reviews Are Moving
Monday, January 4, 2016
When MDF Attacks
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