Once upon a time there was a woman. Once upon a time there was a man. They were old. Not Alzheimers old. Not Baucis and Philemon old. But old. Wait a minute you say. That can’t be a story. Why not? Because only young people have adventures. Have sex. Make discoveries. Are beautiful. Well, you … Continue reading Story time Sunday, 10/19/2014 — a slight struggle to tell an almost true story
Story Time Sunday on Monday, October 13th, 2014 — Tangle – a story for all ages
"I vowed I would never live in another city", he said. "I vowed I was done with their grids and their money. With Wall Street and Christopher Street. With a city built on greed and graft and the pretensions of lineage." "Well," she said. "Then I know a city you can go to that is … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday, October 13th, 2014 — Tangle – a story for all ages
(non) story time sunday 10/05/14 — “slow start,” a little something for writers everywhere
Once upon a time there was a school. I’m bored already. I don’t want to hear a story about a school. I’m sick of schools as places where stories happen. Muggles or non-muggles. I don’t care. Once upon a time there was a high-school. Worse! I don’t care about what goes on at some stupid … Continue reading (non) story time sunday 10/05/14 — “slow start,” a little something for writers everywhere
Story Time Sunday 09/28/145 — “tubuglular” a true story appropriate for all ages
I told her I wanted to write about Big Carl. “Who the hell is Big Carl?” she said. She was unimpressed when I told her that Big Carl was and is a giant tuba. “Where is it?” she said “In a storeroom above a music store,” I said. “I think.” “Why would anyone want to … Continue reading Story Time Sunday 09/28/145 — “tubuglular” a true story appropriate for all ages
Story Time Sunday, 09/21/14 — at true story about kites (appropriate for all ages)
When I was 12, my dad took me to the fancy screening room at Seven Arts and the dads and kids watched the Walt Disney Mary Poppins movie. I was a bit too old to do this, and there I was in my plaid miniskirt and kneesocks and Carnaby Street hair trying to look cool … Continue reading Story Time Sunday, 09/21/14 — at true story about kites (appropriate for all ages)
Story time Sunday, 09/14/14 — 2 Boys and Then Some (a story for all ages)
Once upon there was a taxi driver. Wait. First there was a boy. The boy lived in Ukraine when it was part of the Soviet Union. His dad flew fighter jets – the ones with the big bombs in them. Not big as in size. Big as in nuclear. Then the dad got a different … Continue reading Story time Sunday, 09/14/14 — 2 Boys and Then Some (a story for all ages)
Story Time Sunday on Monday, 09/08 2014 — a true story for adults
Once upon a time there was a photographer. He had lost his parents when he was eight, and he missed them as well as who he had been before they died, because you seen when someone you love dies, a part of you dies with them. You probably know this already, and are thinking to … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday, 09/08 2014 — a true story for adults
Story Time Sunday on Saturday, August 30th, 2014 — Mind the Tulips — a slightly sexy fabulist flash fiction for adults
The lover is sitting across from me in the train station, on a bed, with a green blanket pulled tight over it as though he were at summer camp. He has seen me, but he has not noticed the husband, who sits beside me and who is consulting timetables, long shiny pamphlets that fold out … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Saturday, August 30th, 2014 — Mind the Tulips — a slightly sexy fabulist flash fiction for adults
Story Time Sunday on Monday, August 25th 2014
Once upon a time she tried to tell a story. But she couldn’t. There were too many wars, and then there was an earthquake, and the murder of a boy in the street in a city where she lived. Then, she walked outside to get the mail and 2 birds lay motionless on the deck … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday, August 25th 2014
Story Time Sunday on Monday, August 18th, 2014: A Parable about some Buses
Once upon a time there was an island. And on the island there were buses. The buses ran for free almost every day, and they took people – rich, poor, local, visitor, young, old, abled and not so abled -- almost everywhere in the island. ”What????” said some private citizen. “You are just GIVING AWAY … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday, August 18th, 2014: A Parable about some Buses
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