Stories

Wilfred and Alburtha - A Short Story With A Message

Wilfred and Alburtha - A Short Story With A Message

I wished I could have said that there were no witches in the forest, but there were. There was just one witch that I’d heard stories about, a cold, ugly witch, who lived alone in the forest in a hole in the ground. She would crawl into the hole at night, the hole only just about big enough for her body, and then she would emerge in the mornings, with her broom, looking tired and haggard and old, scratching her head and smacking her lips.

A Tale Of Two Ninja Kids - Book 1 - A Martial Arts Adventure Story

A Tale Of Two Ninja Kids - Book 1 - A Martial Arts Adventure Story

There were two young ninjas who lived on opposite sides of the world.

One was a young boy living in Japan, who had been born into a family of ninjas. His name was Myasako. He always wanted to be like one of the normal boys, able to relax and play and laugh and have fun after school. His was a life of hard work and discipline. He was trained to be a killer, an assassin that could move silently, and for those kinds of skills to be developed, his father expected nothing but total commitment from his son…

The Happiness Sauce

The Happiness Sauce

When I walked into the restaurant that day, I had no idea what I was in for. Life, for me, had become a dull blur. Always the next thing to do, then the next thing, then the next thing. Life had become dead. It had even become normal, so that I was used to a certain numbness, a certain postponing of death until it was finally all over...

Inner Peace In Schools

Inner Peace In Schools

I was recently contacted by a high school in Baltimore for permission to use some of my short stories in their school curriculum. They had already been studying the stories for inner peace in a Language Arts Class and wanted permission to use the stories in their curriculum handbook. Of course I said yes, and I thought I would share one with you too…

Sunday Short Story - The Simple Bird

Sunday Short Story - The Simple Bird

A bird was flying across the sky. It landed on a lawn. The air was fresh, the breeze was light, and the sun was cool. The bird noticed someone crying in the distance, sitting on a lawn chair outside of a house.

When the crying had finished, the bird flew over to the person, who now looked corpse-like on the chair.

"What's happened?" chirped the bird.

"I'm not sure if I'll ever get the job I want," said the person, with a tone of resignation.

Amnesia Of The Self - Sunday Short Story

Amnesia Of The Self - Sunday Short Story

A man woke up in the middle of a dirt road. Half of his face had brown dirt covering it, and his hair was a mess. His shirt was ragged, and he had lost a shoe. His vision was all blurry, and he was squinting in the sunlight, struggling to make use of his eyes...

Beware Of The Clone Life

Beware Of The Clone Life

“It’s a miserable day, isn’t it?” he said. I looked outside and it was raining. It was not miserable. He was miserable.

“Bloody rain,” he said. How are we gonna go out in this weather?”

We had planned to ride our bikes. The forecast had said it was sunny, and he always trusted the forecasts...