A Frowning Jar So, I met this girl a couple of years ago when I was in college. Nice enough girl, a history major, but she never smiled. And when I say never, I mean never. It was the strangest thing. I had never, and have not since met someone who just didn't smile. Even… Continue reading A Frowning Jar (my birthday story for Miss Justin P)
Tag: short story
Too Short in the House – loving the short story
It's weird to say but I can't really remember just when it was that I fell in love with short stories, or what story it was that did it. For me, the beauty and the sheer art of the short story is that you must still tell a full story, even if it's just the… Continue reading Too Short in the House – loving the short story
Faceless Angels – a story
Faceless Angels The blood and tears ran together and met beneath the boy's nose and hung there, above his lip, before finally splashing below to join the growing pool. He knelt before the other boy, two years older, twenty pounds heavier, and not even breathing hard, and watched as the crowd around them shrank… Continue reading Faceless Angels – a story