Willard was his name, and he had a very nice, but simple life at the edge of the lake. His lily pad was the envy of some, but not all, and that was just the way he liked it. A simple frog, every spring, as he shook off the ice of winter, he would go out on a hunt to make his pad a … Read More Another Fairy Tale: A Frog And His Pad
Category: The Stories That Are Short.
Writing fiction can take us places we had no idea we would visit, and we either want to stay or never return. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Starting over should have been the last thing on her mind. Time had never been her solid companion, and now she had just a few fleeting hours to make her final escape. All of her books, neatly piled on the floor, were … Read More Starting Over
Once upon a time, about 2;30 in the morning, there was an old woman walking the sidewalks of her hometown. The wind was blowing leaves and candy wrappers around her boots, but she only noticed the streetlights lined up like stalks of prairie grass on fire. She walked slowly, her feet sore from hours of standing by the machines that created the widgets she was paid … Read More A Fairy Tale For Mid-November
The dock squeaking and rubbing against the posts, straining against the lapping of the water of Superior, sent an itching over her skin. Setting the fishnet on the boat shed floor, Francis pulled back the right corner and stretched it out flat and neat until each hole was the Roy way liked it. Was I really going to do it?, she thought. The voice … Read More Like Communion From God. (A Short Story)