Sometimes his depression was not clinical, but rather, circumstantial…
Finding His Way Back
Category: Fictional Short Stories
Neely.
Neely rolled to her other side, still curled in a ball. Hugging her pillow and semi-unconscious, some part of her mind became aware of other people in the room. But how could there be? It was the middle of the night. Maybe she was just imagining it. And yet, there was light pressing through her eyelids. How was that possible?
Heart Connection
The interactions were shallow. Information-based. Void of heart. Third or fourth-hand experiences but never inspired from within…
Light Bringers
Off in the distance, smoke rises. As bombs are dropped, distant voices rise above the roar of rubble and death. Some voices plead for attention, for drama, for fear and for failure….
Fear Or Peace?
An encouragement that you are allowed to make decisions outside of the father of fear.
The Road Less Travelled
This relentlessly smooth always-headed-somewhere-safe freeway has been my companion for years. Its wide, black surface first captured my attention when I decided one day that I needed an adventure…
Our Common Enemy
A Referee takes a piece of chalk and draws a line across the pavement. She writes "right" on the east side of the line, and "left" on the west side, before beckoning two people from the gathering crowd to come and stand on opposing sides of the line...
Beside The Pond With Ducks
I wag my finger in your face with clenched fist and acid gut, grinding my teeth around bitter tongue. I decide that I cannot control me, so I will...
Delilah
As a tiny, uprooted redwood sapling, I was brought to this city of refuge in the hands of the Master Gardener. In my previous environment, I'd had many near-misses with death because the person I had been gifted to hadn't seen my value. My worth. I was only an
