A short story I wrote for a contest a while ago (I lost), inspired by an experience I had a while ago doing research into a topic that employed some complex technical language.
Jason caught his reflection in the glass door at the front of National Executive Tech, a monument in stone and glass to retro urban industrial architecture. He wondered if he was ready. It was an unmissable opportunity, considering the prestige of the up-and-coming technology corporation: a six month, unpaid internship, but with a possible job at the other end. He took a breath and was about to enter when a skinny figure with a cheap tie slipped in ahead of him, commenting, “You snooze, you lose, JJ!” It was Ronnie, the other intern starting today—his competitor for the job. Continue reading Jargon (Short Fiction)
Only six months this time since my last effort, I return once again to Friday Fictioneers in an effort to provoke myself to more storytelling on this blog. The idea is to respond to a photo prompt with a story of 100 words. I’m not sure how this one has turned out, but nonetheless it makes me sad. Continue reading Losing [Friday Fictioneers]
Claude looked into the mirror, but all he could see was the back of his own head. His reflection would not meet his gaze. Claude waited, stared harder, but the reflection didn’t move. How long had this been going on? How long had his own reflection rejected him? Continue reading Glad to See the Back of You [Short Fiction]
Let me cut to the chase: I’ve had a short story about our cat Smudge published on another blog here. Continue reading Smudge Lives On (New Fiction Story)
It’s been just over a year now, but I somewhat randomly decided to look at this week’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly writing challenge in which people pen stories of roughly 100 words inspired by a weekly photo. At first, the picture didn’t inspire anything, but then suddenly, something emerged… Continue reading The Way Out (Friday Fictioneers)
A bit of light fiction, based on a true story… Continue reading Quick Thinking
Another round of Friday Fictioneers, where participants write 100 Word stories prompted by a weekly photograph. Below is this week’s photograph, followed by my story.
Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Uncomfortable
Once again, it’s Friday Fictioneers, where participants are challenged to pen a 100 word story, inspired by a particular photograph. Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Memory
A couple of weeks ago, I participated in a Writing Seminar. One of our projects was to interview a classmate and turn an incident from their life into a short story. Since then, I’ve revised and added to this story, and the result is what you have here. It is shared with the permission of the person who lived it (or a variation of it, anyway).
Continue reading Boys Will Be Boys
Back after a few weeks, it’s Friday Fictioneers, where people write a short story based on weekly photograph, ideally 100 words or less. This was the most challenging one that I’ve had keeping it under the desired limit.
Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: Keep Moving