This poem provides important background for the story.1 “I said in my heart, ‘Come now, I will test you….’” ~ The Preacher The sea rose around me in silent suspension, the roar of its stillness too vast to hear, its
* * 1 * * He came on the summer solstice, walking out from under the sun’s setting orb into the town, and he had upon his head a black hat, upon his feet black boots, free of dust, upon
Notes from Interview, 11/19/2*** “I blew his brains out.” Those were the first words the prisoner said to me when I sat down across from him. He’s a tall man, thin, with strong, ink-stained fingers and stubble- rough, not sloppy-
Note: Last edited 12/22/20. Title added 12/29/22. Ban’s armor gleamed in the sunlight as he strode forward, passing between the two tall walls of stone. He was bound for the Great Way all his kin had walked or would walk,
Note: Last edited 4/17/22. Audie stared up at the trees. Could he do it? Could he walk forward into the unknown? A moment’s thought would dissuade him, he knew. He lunged past the first trunk, and the forest appeared behind
Note: Last edited 8/3/20. Richard leaned against a rock, chest working, cold air roughing up his throat. Darn spring mornings- beautiful, sure, but the chill was no fun when all you wanted to do was lie down and start breathing
Note: This allegorical story was last significantly edited 1/28/20. The stained glass had a story, a story few remembered and fewer told, for it was, they thought, a silly legend, unworthy of telling in these days of grand scientific fact.
Note: A short bit of prose written 6/22/20. You have before you a painting, older than it appears, older than the pyramids of Aegyptus, a masterwork depicting a dragonslayer- though the creature isn’t a dragon, not yet. The fire writhes
Note: This was written for a school competition and therefore the first few paragraphs are a mildly edited version of the prompt. I still think it’s better than the winner. “Decaf latte, please,” I told the barista. “That’s $4.00,” she