Stories

My NaPoWriMo offerings for 2017 are posted here. You will need to bring your own throwing tomatoes. I am fresh out.

Just my attempts at the prompts that grab my attention.

Sim and his friends go out to their local bar on a Friday night. They find a lot more there than they'd bargained for.

A short series of salty, savory cinquains for summer.

A sad visit to a new grave; an unknown mourner. What does it mean?

There's a special time as winter changes into spring. Here is a time to remember.

Haiku from walks taken this Autumn along the trails in the woods.

This is a series of once and future dances, echoes and dreams from the long, discontented solitude enforced by the pandemic. I dedicate it to a man whose friendship and fire have burned constant through this everlasting night.

As doomed as he was beautiful, but how did a horse get there on that iceberg?

Wil is lonely and there is only a month until Christmas. He decides to take matters into his own hands. But then there is The Letter ... should he open it? And if he does, how will the contents affect his life?