Short stories and parables
Dave and Barbara Mass lived in a modest house in the midst of a green and vibrant land. Trees, gardens and beautiful landscapes were scattered throughout the area. Neighbors were all around, each person tending their heart garden and working diligently at mind renewal. Then one day, they saw a sign proclaiming the freedom […]
The building stood empty and dark. Here and there, a window was broken, a jagged hole left as evidence of a rock, hurled by a strong arm, powered by passion and malice. All around the building, rocks, shattered glass, broken boards, nails and debris lay as evidence of dastardly deeds. The doors were all locked,
Occasionally, I write very short stories. Flash Fiction. Perhaps it’s because I don’t have enough patience to write long stories. I liked the latest one so much, I decided to post it on the main page. ========================== Where Does Juice Come From? How to get juice from spinach? She contemplated her predicament as she rolled