I can't help but feel blessed to be able to say that, of the great many issues and challenges I have faced as a writer, writer's block hasn't been one of them. Oh, sure, I have moments where I freeze up, where I don't know what I want to write but, for me, it's more… Continue reading Inspiration and Blockage
Tag: Story
A sampling of my stories and poems giving you a glimpse into the darkness.
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
Crutches – a story
crutches- A fly buzzes aimlessly around the ceiling fan, darting craftily between the blades as the fluorescent lights hum absently to themselves. A police car screeches around the street corner and the blinded widows stare after it. The waitress pokes her head out of the kitchen door and then pulls it back in when she… Continue reading Crutches – a story
Father – a story
I guess my dad was right after all, I’ve lived all this time and I’m nothin’. Nothin’. I never had anything spectacular happen to me, no heroic war stories, no tall tales of runnin’ from the law, no scandals, no nothin’. I sit around here most days and wonder what the fuck happened to Time,… Continue reading Father – a story
Altar – story
Altar heart torn free, bleeding, beating, dying and dead. mouth wide and falling, like hope, to gather dust and become one with the detritus. in my head the phantom echo, murder murmur of the fading beats. my eyes sink into my skull, boil, erupt, explode into infinity leaving me not starfield but blackhole, which whispers… Continue reading Altar – 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
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 