Category Archives: Stories

Bivouacking

They camped out on the side of the mountain, within a stone’s throw of the moon. A campfire warmed their bodies; anticipation warmed their hearts.

Tomorrow was the summit day, the flag-raising day. The pinnacle. The peak.

Beyond that was the descent, so aptly named.

Reminiscence is colder than anticipation.


This story is based on a title suggested by @brucerytel.

TIM SEVENHUYSEN: Where the Blue Grass Grows

There’s a valley in the mountains
where the blue grass grows,
where the blue wind blows,
where the blue sky glows.

There’s a shepherd in the valley
searching wide and deep
for his lost blue sheep;
never stops for sleep.

There’s a valley in the mountains,
bluest place I’ve seen.


This story is based on a title suggested by Larissa via Facebook.

Attack of the Fruit Flies

With waxy wings buzzing, and multifaceted eyes glowing maliciously, the fruit flies attacked.

In mere seconds, the unsuspecting picnickers were covered with a two-inch-deep blanket of angry, but harmless insects.

“We have them!” buzzed Franklin Fruit Fly. “What do we do now?”

And the swarm realized it had no follow-through.


This story is based on a title suggested by Nancy Cavanaugh via Facebook.

Painting the Night Sky

He didn’t know it worked: one night he’d simply pointed at the sky, and a star had appeared, bright and new.

It was a great party trick, of course, and it stimulated his inner artist, but he didn’t fully harness the potential of his god-like ability until he went commercial.

Ramone’s Social Circles

Ramone had a very diverse selection of friends. He enjoyed spending time with Havarti, Provolone, Mozzarella, and Brie.

He didn’t get along that well with Cheddar or Feta, but Gouda was fun.

Ramone’s mom told him, “Cheeses can’t be real friends,” but he knew better.

Oh yes, he knew better.