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 I am in the presence of one greater than myself.  I try to get the words out yet stumble in my efforts.  [...]

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 it the cries of the evening wolves.  Upon entering the outskirts of the town, the size and noise of the crowd only [...]

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 someone wearily.  It doesn’t help people are pushing me as they strive to run past me.  I ask again what all the [...]

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 unfamiliar experience, I am the subject of their inquisitive stares with their eyes expressing unvoiced questions of: “Will he make it? Will [...]

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 reality again reminded me of its faithful companionship, despite never being officially invited. For a moment, I debate whether my optimism is [...]

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 be published in several parts.) Preface:  The Penultimate Night I cannot forbid the lateness of this hour.  I cannot seem to finish [...]

Timmy and the Angry Balloon

    (I started this story a few years ago 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 that improved the plot.) Timmy always loved balloons.  Balloons were his favorite toy.  For as long as he [...]

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 notebook from his messenger bag, he proceeded to relay the events from the previous night. In doing so, he realized the reason [...]

Underweight- Part III

  Shortly afterwards Tom and Michael left with their minds focused on the mystery of Jonathan Felder and his hatred of rain. The next few days saw plenty of rain and attempts by Tom and Michael to make sense of the questions posed by Felder to Stacey and the mystical answers he had provided. Naturally, [...]

Underweight- Part II

    As Jonathan Felder recounted his love-forsaken youth, Tom and Michael each took another glance at him. “That is definitely a man deep in thought,” Tom surmised. “He looks like he’s so unaware of anything but his contemplations.” “He’s known for that. It’s as if all that matters to him are his random thoughts,” [...]