Short Story
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The Demotivation of Charlie Fitts- Part I
Part I: A Typical Day at College (Until It Wasn’t) “Hi, what are you reading?” John asked Charlie as he entered the room. Charlie ignored him, absorbed in his book. His roommate…
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Eli And The Gratitude Box
This story is dedicated to my nephew, Eli. Eli groggily woke up, pulling his arm from behind his head. He had slept well and was excited to tell his mother about what…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part V)
Part V: Evening’s Rest and Rebirth My thoughts are interrupted by a strange and benevolent voice. “Why are you troubled?” the physician asks tenderly. I find little courage to answer for obviously…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part IV)
Part IV: The Gloaming Each step becomes heavier than the last. The setting of the sun begins in earnest, seemingly outpacing my efforts to outrun it. The wind picks up, carrying with…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part III)
Part III: A Key Conversation The next town is so near I can hear some commotion overtaking my own thoughts. “What’s going on here?” I manage to ask as I stumble upon…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part II)
Part II: Noonday Strivings Whatever hope I found lying alongside the road earlier today is beginning to dissipate in the heat of the noonday sun and the scorn of passersby. Though not an…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Part I)
Part I: Morning’s Choice Though my eyes found little sleep, I arose early this morning, finding a bit of optimism with the first rays of sun on my face. The pain of my…
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The Gloaming (Short Story Version- Preface)
(This is a short story I started many years ago based on Luke 4:40. It is meant to provide hope for those in desperate situations, even “when the sun is setting…” It will…
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Timmy and the Angry Balloon
(I wrote this story as a way of helping my nephew see the importance of controlling his temper. I owe a debt to his older brother, Braden, for a significant idea…
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Underweight- Part IV
“Maybe we can still try to get to know him a little,” Stacey offered. “Tom, do you still have Mr. Felder’s notebook?” “What?!” Michael exclaimed in disbelief. As Tom pulled out the…