Archive for Original Fiction – Page 3

A Madman’s Tale

In my continuing effort to catalog all my old stories here, I present “A Madman’s Tale.” Here’s the author note I wrote about it ages ago: Every once in awhile I write a story that I laugh gleefully over while everyone else shakes their heads. I think this is one…

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Then I Woke Up and Smelled the Perfume

Another poem from the archive. This was the first sonnet I ever wrote. Maybe it’s not a good sonnet, but still, it was the first sonnet I ever wrote. That has to count for something. Your eyes are glue drops caked with pixie dust, the ones you used to make…

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Vanishing Point

Chase leaned against the metal railing that kept him from falling onto the railroad tracks below. The bridge he stood on was old and wooden, with thick, hammered-over nails holding it together. He’d found the remote spot soon after getting his license as he drove, turning at random, just to…

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Lunatic Pandora

Another Friday, another story unearthed from the archives. This week it’s “Lunatic Pandora,” a story about what happens when the sky begins to fall. Literally. First in little flakes, then in larger shards. The story’s more than 10 years old, so there are a few dated references, but it’s a…

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“In the morning when I wake”

A poem from the archives that tries to capture some of the emotions I feel while listening to the eternally wonderful remix “Glow Worm Jim.” In the morning when I wake, I lift my eyes, I raise my arms: What’s the ground to me but the soul’s battlefield? Light is streaming through…

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The Vision of Prince Frederick

Today’s treasure from the archives is “The Vision of Prince Frederick,” a fairy tale of a man who discovers his true love and waits for her return. Okay, when I put it like that, it sounds rather blase. Let’s try again: “The Vision of Prince Frederick” is a fairy of…

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A Pleasant Spring Evening

Once upon a springtime eve, when the mosquitoes were not yet out, there was a father who found himself alone. His wife was out for coffee with old college friends, his two older kids, 6 and 4, were asleep, and the baby had conked out in her swing. Even the…

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The All-Seeing Prophet of Fortune and Love

Throughout 2016, I’ll be digging out old short stories that used to be among my “standards” but have fallen to the wayside, unread by many who might enjoy them. “The All-Seeing Prophet of Fortune and Love” is one of these. This is an entertaining story of a conman and his…

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The Buried Rainbow

Author’s Note – This poem is from deep in my archives, written in the early 2000s before the Muppets were a thing again. It’s far from being a great poem, but it’s fun, I think. Kermit the Frog is dead, too burdened to get out of bed. His agents came to…

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Caught Up

The colors rose into the sky, red and yellow and green, up and up, where they fluttered like the petals of flowers in a field of blue and white. The wind tugged at the fabric of the kite and snapped its tail in wild gyrations. The kite, in turn, pulled…

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The Alley

Ashlyn forced a smile and glanced at the clock. Her current customer had wandered in, dirty, ordered a coffee, and proceeded to relate his life story–for the last forty-five minutes. So when the bell tied to the glass door rang, Ashlyn welcomed the distraction. It was one of her regulars,…

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The White Expanse

Mollie stepped out into the winter cold and started walking. The snow crunched beneath her boots and thin flurries swept up at her balaclava. Her gloves were thin but if she curled her fingers into her palms, they kept warm enough. Her snug house slid behind, her husband getting ready…

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