It was an accident. A spectacular accident, but an accident nonetheless. I’m an artist. Graduating from a very prestigious art school, for years, I diligently worked on paintings for the important gallery opening I always saw in my future. But to pay the bills I painted commissioned art for commercial billboards to sell various productsContinue reading “Accidents Happen”
Category Archives: short stories
Buried
Staring down at the four story staircase, we slowly descended… step by step. I didn’t think I was claustrophobic, but as we lowered further into the abyss, I stared at the walls in complete understanding of how someone could feel them closing in. When we reached the only remaining Edinburgh catacomb, appropriately called a close,Continue reading “Buried”
Masters of The Game
Author’s Note: My creative writing group has recently been doing exercises in point of view perspective writing. This is from the second person point of view, which has very limited applications and not often used. Still, couldn’t you see this being a real TV show? Are you ready to hear the roar of the crowdContinue reading “Masters of The Game”
Spring Fling
It’s Spring gala season, when a young woman’s fancy turns to love. Each season young women of the New York Society elite are debuted for young men to meet, court, and marry. Each ball had a mist of romance hanging in the air. For the Viscountess Caroline, this ball season held the spark of anContinue reading “Spring Fling”
One Ides of March
Log date March 15 0700 hours. My nerves are raw. My anxiety at peak. I did not enter any REM sleep last night. All I could do is glare at the ceiling for the clock to strike. Waiting for the alien invasion we’ve expected for sometime is unnerving. We’ve prepared. We’ve trained. But I don’tContinue reading “One Ides of March”
The First Ladies
Author note: The unnamed First Lady is completely fictional and does not portray any real person. The last year has been a whirlwind. Roaming all over the country in a different town nearly every day meeting people, then the election. I wasn’t ready for this. I’m still not. Now I’m sitting here in a aContinue reading “The First Ladies”
Tales from the Backseat: Viva Reno
Soon after our California departure, the view from the backseat was blank. Literally nothing to see. But then some snow capped mountains appeared bigger and bigger in the windshield, despite the 70 degree temperature. It was so out of place in the desert, it almost looked like a movie set, so my dad decided toContinue reading “Tales from the Backseat: Viva Reno “
A Whole New World
Caroline sat in front of her picture window with a steaming cup of coffee gazing out in the glowing amber ball of the morning sun rising as if it were ascending for the first time. The last eight hours much like the prior two months and even past 30 years had been a nightmare. PrisonedContinue reading “A Whole New World”
Brace For Impact
In southwest Florida bridges are an unfortunate bain of existence. With a myriad of waterways monikered with a variety of names like bays, gulfs, oceans, channels, canals and lakes, the boats which traverse these often conflict with the roads, motorists and straight lines, thus resulting in what I like to call scary bridges. And inContinue reading “Brace For Impact”
Different Eyes
Shopping at garage sales is my jam. I’m a handy crafter and relish making old things into new things. Somehow, I don’t see them as they are, but as what they can be. Where someone would see an ugly old octagonal 70s end table with orange felt on the sides and a broken door, IContinue reading “Different Eyes”
SUZANNE RUDD HAMILTON 