Matthew Dalton hosts Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
An unforgiving sun bakes a barren landscape and highlights every line, every contour, of the face of a man with no name.
Emma wanted to be a cool breeze on a hot day. She wanted to be happy and free…
Nicolaus Copernicus would never look at the stars unless he was holding his notebook, pencil and some instrument that looked more magical than mathematical.
It was a crisp morning in the middle of winter; the moon was hiding in the daytime sky and Billy was watching the café from across the road.
Simon Parker had just one thing to say to Andrew, “I dare you to climb the flagpole at lunchtime.”
“Just because you’re a perfectionist doesn’t mean you do things perfectly,” she retorts.