Bobby prayed nightly by his bed while the moon shone down on him from the dark sky. He called it “Mr. Moon” because of the smiling face.
One night, after his prayers, he looked up to see Mr. Moon standing right outside his bedroom window.
Mr. Moon wasn’t smiling anymore.
Dan has been scribbling stories in notebooks since childhood but only recently has started sharing them via his blog. He thanks you for reading and hopes you enjoy them.
Mr. Brown clenched his teeth and gasped for air as his eyes swam through the incredible scenery a hundred feet below, while Miss Daisy pranced excitedly in the little basket, oblivious to her suitor’s discomfort.
The only thing he feared worse than heights was being separated from this lovely lady.
Valerie Jensen Gibson is an ordinary individual who loves to write about Jesus (fullgospelpoetry.com). She lives with her husband Damon and teenage daughter Anja in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
Melissa, Greek for queen bee, settled on soft grass. Her flaxen hair complemented an array of colourful flowers. Her hands picked lazily at the weeds.
Relaxation healed.
The distant river’s current swooshed at the banks. She was at peace, just like her beloved Jacob whose dreary head stone overshadowed her.
Kerry Valkyrie Kelly lives in Ireland with her five children. She went there for the ‘craic’ and enjoys the rural life and local humour.
Standing beneath the streetlight, he raised the collar of his overcoat and braced against the wind and rain.
The Cadillac approached, its headlights cutting the night’s darkness. He tried to maintain his composure as it stopped and he slowly got inside.
His overcoat eventually washed up on the river bank.
David Rullo wrote this story.
We rolled up our trousers and walked barefoot. Dad was cheerful, almost jolly. He laughed repeatedly between long, knee-gripping coughing fits. He was 59; I was 27.
It took me years to understand that it wasn’t a real laugh so much as a genuine imitation of a dying man’s chuckle.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble”. Visit BobThurber.net.
News from the world of science today; Top researchers at Cambridge University declared they have successfully identified the gene for male pattern baldness.
In other news, riots broke out today at laboratories of Cambridge University when news of the cure for baldness sent thousands of hysterical men clambering for follicles.
David writes things he finds funny. Sometimes they’re funny.
The telegram crumpled in her hand.
BILLY MACALISTER. KILLED IN ACTION.
Hottest September day of 1915. She walked to the oak tree, picked the strongest branch, threw the rope. She didn’t hear the other Mrs William Macalister hammering at the door, clutching the wrong telegram.
BILLY MACALISTER. WOUNDED. COMING HOME.
Julia Vaughan is a fifty-something writer living in Ironbridge, Shropshire with cats, dogs and a grumpy husband. She has been writing stories since forever and has just published her first book of crime and mystery stories on Amazon Kindle: Grave Expectations & Other Tales.
The house beside the vineyard sleeps.
And I am the child who tries so hard to remember her dreams,
becoming an adult who wakes up with the taste of grapes in her mouth.
There was a river, I murmur to the empty pillow,
missing the boy who flowed within it.
Magdalena is a graduate of the University of Toronto. She is a writer who lives to poet. She also likes to colour and poet. Sometimes she sleeps. Poke around her blog.
I despise the word “burden.” It is such a depressing word. “A beast of burden,” “a burden to bear,” “laden with one’s burden.” It makes me cringe.
And now, ironically, I have become the very thing I despise.
From my hospital bed, I wonder how I can unburden my family.
Sadie McCurry wrote this story.
When the pain is there, the pain is all there is.
It’s hard to get out, to find the path, to find the way back to life, to living. We must ease into it, push back the darkness, find the light.
The path is there. It has always been there.
Joletta Belton blogs on chronic pain issues at MyCuppaJo.com, reads a lot, and loves adventure. She also loves staying at home in her PJs with her two favorite boys: her husband and their smashingly handsome dachshund, Buster.