One Sunday morning a few months ago I woke up with this story buzzing around in my head. On most mornings I wake up, take a shower, make a cup of coffee or grab breakfast, and spend some time just relaxing before I do anything remotely productive. Not on this Sunday, though. On this Sunday I rolled over, grabbed my computer off the ground, and wrote this piece in about ten minutes.
I found it again some months later. It was only after I spent a bit of time editing and tweaking it that I realized where the inspiration had probably come from.
So here is my (unconscious) take on this flash fiction story, which is usually attributed to Ernest Hemingway (even though nobody really knows where it came from): Continue reading “Broken Promises”
About seven years ago, during my senior year of high-school, I wrote a short story titled Frank, which I later changed to Living in Memory. It’s been tucked away since then, gathering dust, aging slowly – not unlike the eponymous character – until I found it this morning and got a chance to re-read my 18-year-old writing. It’s about 3,400 words and I wanted to share it here with you all. For those who get a chance to read it, I’d love to hear what you think in either the comments section or through a direct message. Continue reading “Living In Memory”
Do people even bother with short stories anymore these days? When we read the biographies, memoirs, or quotes of the famous authors today, the older generation who have established themselves on real masters of storytelling, there is something that they all share in common: they started with the short story. And not just one or two, but dozens of them. But the short story seems … Continue reading Short Stories… Why Bother?