See John.
See John laugh.
See John laugh and smile.
See John laugh and smile and touch his wife Jane on the elbow…
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Mrs Wyndham’s Meadow
There she is: Mrs Wyndham. Bent over her roses, pruning shears in one hand,s pray bottle in the other. Somewhere under the voluminous straw hat is her little quizzical smile, her eyes lined from squinting against the harsh sun. As far as anyone can tell, Mrs Wyndham lives for her flower garden. I probably know her better than most, and I would have to agree….
Gregor and The Dragon And The Storm
It was a wild and stormy night. (No, really it was!) Gregor was in bed. He was curled up under the covers with his stuffed manatee (Matawee) and his toy dolphin. He wasn’t quite asleep but he was in that comfortable, warm and drowsy state where sleep is not far off. And so, when he… Continue reading Gregor and The Dragon And The Storm
A Constitutional Pause
He lit a cigar and leaned back, shrouded by the red leather of his wing chair by the fireplace, unlit on this seasonably warm spring day. Off duty, perhaps, but still holding court, Sir Alec received visitors as they passed by…
The Father
…“Father! You’re back at last!”
Miraim’s head appeared in the inner doorway, then disappeared before she returned carrying a large vase of water.
“Here,” she said. “Wash.”
Philip smiled at his busy daughter, so like her mother and a welcome reminder of home, of their real life.
“And how was your supper after we women left you to your gossiping?” She asked, hands on hips…
The Fourth Egg
Bonnie was sitting now, wiping her face with her ever-present handkerchief. She sat, poker-straight, and stared at her shoes, not at her husband.
“It’s so stupid,” she said. “I’m Secretary of the 4H Club, for crying out loud. I been raising and slaughtering animals since I was Maggie’s age!”
Day One; Story Done!
Best of all, I’m loving reading everyone’s posts, which all have a kind of breathless quality to them. We’re all giddy and excited because we committed to this and can’t believe it, and yet we have written and had fun and are loving letting our creative kittens out of the river-bound sack.
What Was I Thinking?!
OK, I’m a little nervous. Two days until we begin this journey of writing a story a day. But it’s a good nervous. It’s an energetic nervous. I’m like a stallion in the gate, ready for the off. Quivering a little. Already I’m noticing benefits from this Story A Day project: I’m looking at the… Continue reading What Was I Thinking?!
Short Stories Are Not Novels
The best short stories can say a lot, but they don’t try to do too much. Writing a story a day is going to be a huge challenge. Inventing characters and settings and inhabiting them for just one day? Huge. Don’t try to do too much. We don’t have the time or space to tell… Continue reading Short Stories Are Not Novels
A Week of Stories From One (Stolen) Idea
Is your story refusing to sing? Are you sick of the sound of your own prose? There are times when every (good) writer feels this way. It could be a moment of great despair, but it could also be an opportunity to try something new.