September 2 I just turned another year older. I’m not depressed or upset, just the opposite actually. You see my loyal readers; I look forward to my annual day of living. Maybe it is because of my near-death experience from the stroke I had back in 2002.
Tag Archives: short stories
Road Trip
Waikiki is a four-lane street that meandered northerly, then I saw the road I needed to take that was converted into a round-about. Fortunately, though it has been several years, I distinctly remembered how that street was, and I continued in a westwardly path. This street for reasons I’m sure the present homeowners never predicted that their homes would be assessed at over a million dollars
Fifteen Seconds
In our monthly writers guild meeting last night we had as our guest a publicist who determines the worthiness of the book and strategies for launching a publicity campaign to garner those sales that every writer hopes to garner.
Elsa’s Day Trimming at Sparky’s
I’m Elsa the Amazon my master raves about. Yesterday he told as he prepared my daily meal that we were going for a ride to see Sparky. I remembered all too well the last time that happened, and it still left a bad taste in my beak, literally.
The Meaning of Special
“Hello, Jerry,” the human resources person gushed with an overabundance of enthusiasm. “This is Sue [not her real name] I’m giving her a tour of our wonderful resort. This is Jerry. He’s really SPECIAL.”
My Writing Progress
I discovered through my lifetime friend that using my blogs to express my political beliefs tended to turn him off. I would assume many of you are in the same position. And heaven forbid, I might offend my loyal readers because their views doesn’t mesh with mine.
Nathen’s Problem
Nathen arrived home and his five-year-old daughter came up to him with a book of fairy tales that she pushed toward him to read to her. “This one, please, Daddy.” She pointed at the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
Tsunami
Kiyo walked quietly on a single lane road near Sendai in Northeast Honshu Island. Kiyo had dreams of becoming an actress one day, and she saw the audition in the daily newspaper. As she walked to the train station
Petrus
Pompeii seemed like a paradise to Father when we moved here from Rome two years ago. I was named Petrus from a friend who was crucified. Someone apparently mistook him for the heretic who founded the sect called Christianity.
Writings Update
My loyal fans I’m giving you an update on my writings thus far. I’m slowly making progress on my African American cowboy western, Nate Turner. He’s done the runaway slave, worked as a stevedore at a Cincinnati dock ….
Jerry Schellhammer 