Story 1:
Moonlight. Violins. A question. Answer: Yes!
Story 2:
"... I'm sorry."
There was no reply.
Story 3:
Dan didn't. Rick did. Poor Rick.
In this blog I'll try to post two or three short stories per week that are from 4 to 50 words in length.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Stories 7, 8, and 9
Story 7:
Goal: finding a four-leaf clover. Long afternoons. Succeeded.
Story 8:
The cat refused to be baptized.
Story 9:
He inhaled. Ireland. Home sweet home, at last. No more obnoxious Brits.
Goal: finding a four-leaf clover. Long afternoons. Succeeded.
Story 8:
The cat refused to be baptized.
Story 9:
He inhaled. Ireland. Home sweet home, at last. No more obnoxious Brits.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Stories 5 and 6.
Story 5:
He was alone. Except for it.
Story 6:
He stared over the cliff. One jump would end everything--the heartache, the loneliness, the pain. It could be over in a moment.
He turned and left. The cliff could wait. Now he had to return to life.
He was alone. Except for it.
Story 6:
He stared over the cliff. One jump would end everything--the heartache, the loneliness, the pain. It could be over in a moment.
He turned and left. The cliff could wait. Now he had to return to life.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Stories #3 and 4.
Story #3:
She had discovered her passion: chocolate.
Story#4:
"Are you here for a job interview?" asked the secretary.
The young man nodded.
"Well, don't be too hopeful. He says he has someone in mind."
Presently, the door opened, and the young man entered the office. "Hello, Dad. I hear you have a job for me..."
She had discovered her passion: chocolate.
Story#4:
"Are you here for a job interview?" asked the secretary.
The young man nodded.
"Well, don't be too hopeful. He says he has someone in mind."
Presently, the door opened, and the young man entered the office. "Hello, Dad. I hear you have a job for me..."
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