Tag Archive: San Francisco Writers’ Grotto

At Day’s End

Colour: lime green and burnished red blend, intertwine facing blue spruceness and the towering hulk of oak crowded by a craggy cedar. Dragonflies: Their lifelike existence as seen only in the light emitted,… Continue reading

FrAGmeNted

My Mother broke every plate in the house that day. She wouldn’t speak to me. She just kept grabbing plates from the cupboard and smashing them into shards on the tiled floor. I… Continue reading

Exasperated!

The waitress rushed around the crowded diner not sure who to serve first. The sweet elderly man she liked sat in his usual corner booth working away at his cherry pie. “Mm-mmm,” he… Continue reading

Why Today?

I wasn’t going to go to the bank today. I was going to wait until Friday. Why the hell did I go today? The man with the blue-and-white-striped ski mask keeps telling us… Continue reading

My Novel in One-syllable

Sam work. Bad thing. Guest there not see. Fear fast clean. Talk leave. Stew. Play. Drink. Fun. Then sick. Dread. Friend knows. Wife no. Sick bad. Doc tests. Not good. Death near. Bye… Continue reading

I couldn’t find my book…A book went missing

I couldn’t find my book. I needed to read it. I looked on my nightstand. It wasn’t there. I searched for it outside, thinking I might have left it on the patio. I… Continue reading

And a phone rang …

The wind whipped over his entire body. He enjoyed the weightlessness, the freedom, the rush of air. Strange. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy any part of this. He was falling. On purpose. The… Continue reading

Ironman’s Bucket List

I Am Ironman! Okay so you’d think I’d be happy with my life. Sure, fighting the forces of evil is damn cool. I’ve got a pretty hot girlfriend which makes things extra sweet.… Continue reading