Tag: fiction
member name: Greg Schiller
|
May 01, 2007 08:42 AM EDT --
Critique welcome
Somewhere East of Elko Nevada, Allen and Meg turned off the interstate to glide under the concrete canopy of a Philips 66 station. The canopy cast a deep blue pool . . .
more
|
|
June 28, 2007 07:57 PM EDT --
Critique Welcome
You're Hot!
Ha! That is quite a thing to say!
You are!
It's not polite to tell a stranger on the bus that they are hot.
You're not a stranger.
Why do you say . . .
more
|
|
February 27, 2007 04:00 PM EST --
Most nights, they slept on silk over stone. Silk spoke of power and affluence; the stone, a reminder of the hard ground they would sleep on when fate tore these things away. They did this to honor tradition, . . .
more
|
|
November 21, 2007 06:28 PM EST --
Once upon a time, a wealthy couple lived in a quaint Tudor mansion on the better side of Beverly Hills with their only child, a daughter, upon whom they showered love and the best of everything.
As . . .
more
|
|
September 07, 2007 04:47 PM EDT --
Critique (always) welcome
Jane stalked the commons pond, muttering to herself. She fumed, and cursed over the self-assigned task of rousting geese with a stick. No one else would do . . .
more
|
|
October 14, 2007 12:44 PM EDT --
None of this is my fault.
FOXNEWS is calling it “The Payday Massacre”, like I'm some kind of gangster killer. Nothing could be further from the truth.
. . .
more
|
|
December 09, 2006 07:50 PM EST --
Albert could not remember much before today, and all he remembered of today was the explosion and violence of a college kid kicking open his door and roughing him into the hall. All of Albert’s stuff . . .
more
|
|
February 01, 2007 01:58 PM EST --
Two old guys wearing the same fashion they wore for decades held down opposite ends of a bench in the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport; neither appeared headed anywhere. They eyed the human herd passing by, and . . .
more
|
|
July 02, 2007 11:26 AM EDT --
Didn't see you on the bus yesterday.
Naw, I took the day off; had to go to court.
How come?
Ex-landlord refused to return my damage deposit.
You win?
Slam-dunk.
Good for you.
Typical crap, but . . .
more
|
|
August 17, 2007 03:04 PM EDT --
"What would you do if you didn't have me to take care of you?" She was already on him, extending a plate of chocolate-chip cookies.
Stomping the slush off his boots, Earl . . .
more
|
|
January 21, 2007 11:26 AM EST --
I hit two deer in three days at the same spot in the road. To be precise, I hit one, the other hit me. The first accident occurred while commuting one crisp moonless morning on a road slicked black with . . .
more
|
|
April 08, 2007 01:49 PM EDT --
Sgt. Schultz pulled his squad behind a Volkswagen Beetle blocking the south bound lane of River Road. The little white car puttered at an uneasy idle, its air-cooled engine rattling a loose . . .
more
|
|
May 03, 2007 06:04 PM EDT --
Critique welcome
In a canyon west of Boulder Colorado, Meg eased Allen's Volkswagen down a rutted road dogging the course of a noisy brook. The lane crossed and re-crossed the stream . . .
more
|
|
June 23, 2007 08:16 AM EDT --
Critique Welcome
A short story told in dialogue:
I need to be with her when she is put down.
Of course, but let me warn you that death does not always come peacefully . . .
more
|
|
May 06, 2007 10:56 AM EDT --
Critique welcome
For Meg, The Black Hills were more than mountains. She carried a worn, marked-up copy of "Black Elk Speaks" in support of her belief that . . .
more
|
|
June 08, 2007 03:39 PM EDT --
Critique Welcome
You look like you have been up all night.
Yeah, we had the break-up fight. Marcy is gone.
I am really sorry to hear that. She was a nice kid.
. . .
more
|
|
November 12, 2007 11:40 AM EST --
Religion in America is in steep decline, and I know why. Simply gaze upon any church built after 1950, and you will know why too. Modern churches are ugly as sin, and so too is modern religion.
In . . .
more
|
|
February 11, 2008 12:02 AM EST --
My brother is looking for a house. A month ago, he handed me a picture of a beautifully restored Victorian for $850,000. He teased "Should I buy it?"
It was the house we grew up . . .
more
|
|
October 13, 2008 12:06 AM EDT --
My first love was my first car.
Oh, I've had crushes before but never anything close to love -- but that car, that was love.
She wasn't much to look at, just a snot-green . . .
more
|
|
November 02, 2009 12:03 AM EST --
Friday evening at diner, my wife looked up from her plate and said, “Honey, let's go to IKEA tomorrow.”
Her suggestion landed like a bomb just south of the salad bowl, one that ticked while . . .
more
|
|
|
|
