Short stories - Spherical Scriptings

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a powerful yet mischievous god, who called himself LIFE, was bored and restless

Part IV He Failed To Show Up

Two weeks passed after Maria had her father mail her responsive letter to Oscar. The young soldier was stationed wit…

Enchanted Folk
A Sidhe Fairytale

My grandma took me with her everywhere when I was little. She showed me all the herbs and taught me how to use them. I used to think of the woods as my best…

Part III He Failed To Show Up

It took Maria more time than she had anticipated with her decision to answer the soldier in uniform that onc…

Cash woke with a gasp. He groped for the bottled water on the bedside table. Gulping its contents greedily, he tried to shake off the effects of the dream. A dream that had haunted him from…

Part II He Failed To Show Up

Maria was the first one to speak as the tears from her father’s eyes came with unforgiving thou…

He waits until she’s asleep to begin.

He Failed To Show Up

Maria stood by her bedroom window every night before she knelt down to pray and looked down at the empty…

We stood on the same altar steps where not so many years before my mate Dave and I had watched the chief server smoulder.

Outcast sidhe queen

I was still a little girl, about seven years old I think, as the strange man came in our village. Our people gathered to look at him and at his odd horse. I held my lit…

Design wasn’t just a discipline; it was a way of being.

It’s Art-College for God’s sake, not the Paratroop Regiment!

His shoes looked like he’d been buffing them up on the backside of some unfortunate student he was kicking out before he came in.

....it was as though the spirit of the Fine Arts filtered down from the studios through the building to the lower floors….

It was like living with a mafia boss with an oversized wiffle.

“Why, isn’t it dead?” I said, feeling a peculiar numbness creep up my arms.
“Fresher alive.” She said inhaling through her teeth like Hannibal Lectern with a little wet hiss.

One of the things he says is that life is hard enough without going around with a shit in your pants.

I don’t exactly remember why it was brought up. Then again, when you have a conversation of any kind of importance the only thing you really remember are the juicy details…