Category Archives: short story
The woman on the park bench is exhausted. Her hair is unbrushed and her head hangs, hiding in the hood of the sweatshirt that conceals the rest of her figure. She’s been sitting for hours, hardly moving, barely distinguishable from the bench she occupies. Several people walk by and consider sitting down, but move on to other benches. Something about her aura pushes them away. It is obvious that the other half of the bench is being saved for someone. Whether this person is tangible or just the ghost of a memory is unclear.
A man, casually dressed, stands next to a nearby tree. He watches the woman for a good ten minutes before approaching. He sits like he belongs there, and suddenly, he does. He is the one she’s been waiting for. Read the rest of this entry
Floating, flying, dancing through the air as we usually do, we orbit our moon. We shoot out to the limits of gravity’s reach and squeal with excitement as we get pulled back into her cool embrace. We do this constantly, always moving. Moving is how we obtain our knowledge. Sounds and actions, thoughts and colors from all over the universe bounce by at lightning speed. If we move quickly, we can see them.
This is how we learned that the humans are coming. Read the rest of this entry
This is a piece I wrote a couple of years ago for The Promethean, Concordia University-Portland’s literary journal. It is based (loosely) on a true story.
It all started with a squirrel. Actually, there were three of them, if we’re going to be exact. One would not think that three members of one of the cuter rodent families in the world would be responsible for so much chaos, yet that is precisely what happened.
It was, of course, a normal day in Portland, Oregon. The sun was shining, though it had been raining moments prior and would be raining again within the next quarter hour.
One of the previously mentioned squirrels was out gathering food and forage and going about his normal squirrely business, when he saw two other squirrels. One was a fellow male. The other was the nuttiest smelling female his pheromone detectors had ever sensed. He instantly dropped his load and scurried to get a better look. Read the rest of this entry
I have an idea for a piece about The Wishing Star for an anthology project I am involved in. Below is some stuff I wrote to get in the mindset to write the piece. It won’t be in the actual story, but it kind of sets the tone for what I want to write, so I thought I’d share it here. Enjoy!
As long as there have been cities where human beings congregate to avoid the loneliness of nature, there have been people who long to escape the lights of those cities – to get away from the loneliness of shared company. The act of observing the stars has brought peace to peoples’ hearts for centuries. When looking at the vastness of the night sky, we realize that this universe is huge; we realize that we are not alone. Then we can go back to the very people whom we were escaping with a sense of gratitude for their presence in our lives.
It may seem odd that the solitary act of stargazing can dissipate loneliness, but it is true. Some speculate that it is because it gives us the opportunity to spend time with ourselves. When we feel lonely in a crowd of people, it is because we have lost touch with ourselves and therefore cannot connect with anyone else. Getting away from our daily routine can help this. The night sky is like a blank canvas for our thoughts. Our worries and concerns become lines connecting the stars and planets together. Once this is done, they are no longer inside us, and we are left with just ourselves, able to rejoin the general population. Read the rest of this entry