Stories and Paintings
The engine growled and a small truck came speeding around the corner. Shem jumped back from the edge of the road. Candace spun around and stood frozen and silent as the vehicle charged. It slowed down with a mechanical squeak and a shudder until it rolled gently forward. A man stuck his head out a... Continue Reading →
“I don’t think we can break through this fence,” said Shem. A guttural bleat blared behind them, with the frantic thunder of little hooves. Delilah raced across the grass, straight toward them. “Look out!” cried Candace, and she and Shem jumped aside. Delilah charged between them at full speed and rammed face-first into the gate.... Continue Reading →
They went up the gentle hill from the horse yard and stopped at the wide dirt path that ran from the farmhouse all the way down to the front gate. On the other side of the path was the chicken yard. Hens and chicks scratched around in the dirt in front of the henhouse,... Continue Reading →
I remember very little about my great-grandfather. I remember he was very little. Even as a child, when every grown up was like a giant to me, he seemed diminutive and frail. I remember he could drink copious amounts of vodka. For a long time, I assumed all old people could drink like that. And... Continue Reading →
The band mates looked at each other in fear. "I don't think you'll be going to the after-party after all," said Burridge solemnly. He called in a mayday and then pressed some more buttons on the desk. "There's a plan for this kind of situation, right?" asked Daz. Burridge stopped. He turned and looked at... Continue Reading →
