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)
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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
Story Time Sunday on Monday: August 11th, 2014 — how poetry world got nicer
Once upon a time there was a little girl who read the Cat in the Hat book and thought to herself "poetry rhymes and is funny and can tell a story with great pictures, and I shall make a poem that rhymes and is perhaps a little bit funny, but mostly the sounds at the … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday: August 11th, 2014 — how poetry world got nicer
Story Time Sunday on Monday, August 4th 2014: Fusion Interludes – a story for adults
( a story I have been playing around with for a long time) “I am a teamster,” he said once to me. “I am deceptively strong. I can lift heavy boxes.” I had never wished for him. But then I saw him in a hallway, and then I saw him in a classroom. And … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday, August 4th 2014: Fusion Interludes – a story for adults
Story Time Sunday, July 27th, 2014: power center
There’s a vortex there she said they said. Someone spoke at a ridiculous dinner where she wasn’t sure whether the main teller was the wife or the daughter of the man who first said the thing about Mount Shasta. Vortex she told me she told them – the daughter/wife and the man -- I don’t … Continue reading Story Time Sunday, July 27th, 2014: power center
Story Time Sunday, July 20th, 2014 — a silly story of some queens — appropriate for any age group
This story started with this quiz: Which famous king or queen are you? (Take the quiz and make up your own story and share it in the comments.) Once upon a time there were 7 Catherine the Greats. No, 8. "Let’s free the serfs," said a Catherine. "Let’s review the troops," said another. "Before we … Continue reading Story Time Sunday, July 20th, 2014 — a silly story of some queens — appropriate for any age group
Story Time Sunday on Monday — July 14th 2014 — a tiny tale with one slightly risqué item 2/3rds of the way through
Today I met a lady in my online women's support group who is a sword swallower. She is also a dermatologist, a juggler, a mother of 2 and an award winning pastry chef. Also a novelist. Do people like that make you feel insecure? Me too. But I’ve learned to do what my mom always … Continue reading Story Time Sunday on Monday — July 14th 2014 — a tiny tale with one slightly risqué item 2/3rds of the way through
Story Time Sunday — July 6th, 2014 — a flash fiction story about a bookstore reading
Once upon a time there was a man who said he was and indeed he WAS a literalist. This means, according to him, that he couldn’t see pictures in his head or understand metaphors. He couldn’t imagine abstract things, he said. “Well that’s not so weird,” I told him at the bookstore where we came … Continue reading Story Time Sunday — July 6th, 2014 — a flash fiction story about a bookstore reading
Stephanie Barbé Hammer Writing (Un) Real 