You were, as the kids these days might say, tardy to the party. In your misguided, frantic, and seemingly pathological efforts to keep everyone’s attention on you, you neglected the ever-important duty of keeping track of what your competition was up to. They one-upped you, and it was almost like you were asking for it. […] Read More..
As his family had done for countless centuries, the cobbler labored long hours each day to make shoes for the good people of the village. The shoe-making techniques his family passed down through the years yielded shoes that were of peerless quality, and the good people of the village would wear no other. When his […] Read More..
This was written in response to a suggested experiment approach, involving rewriting part of Genesis as a way of working in a distinctive voice. I’m posting it today in honor of Zombie Jesus Day. Enjoy! And the evening and the morning were the sixth day before the end. And God saw everything that he had […] Read More..
I could still taste the runny yolks in the back of my throat as I walked along the red-brick sidewalk, my vision blurred slightly by the few persistent tears I couldn’t quite manage to suppress. The only thing Jeanine does worse than babysit is cook eggs. She definitely can’t cook eggs like Mom, who cooks […] Read More..
Tell me a story, she said. Her voice was sleepy and her eyes half-closed. I began to tell a story. In English, she said, as she did every night. I want to hear a story in English. But you won’t understand. It doesn’t matter. I want to listen to you tell me a story in […] Read More..
This week’s writing experiment. with apologies to Haruki Murakami One beautiful August afternoon, at a food truck on some narrow side street in west LA, I ate the 100% perfect burrito. Honestly, there was nothing about it that made it particularly delicious. It didn’t seem to have any special ingredients. The underside of the tortilla […] Read More..
Last week’s submission for my fiction class. Enjoy. As the time for him to walk onto the stage drew nearer, Philip’s deep sense of pride at having been chosen to read his essay at the town celebration became all the more completely eclipsed by his intense nervousness. This year was a big celebration—one hundred fortieth […] Read More..
Every week we’re supposed to write a short (250-500 words) piece of fiction, based on a list of experiment ideas. Last week I submitted this, based on the experiment “Chronicle,” which suggests trying mimic the style of writing used in newspaper articles. Naturally, I gravitated toward an “Onion” style piece. I will try posting my […] Read More..
Tony woke up on a cool early-Autumn morning in a wooded area in one of the city’s larger parks. He sat up on the park bench, set his jacket next to him, and breathed in the refreshing September air. The nights were getting cooler, but the afternoons weren’t so oppressively hot anymore, and Tony preferred […] Read More..
When his father, Donald, called to say that his mother and brother had been in an accident, Simon went to the kitchen and threw together a quick sandwich. His father had sounded calm on the phone and even said the two hadn’t been badly hurt. He couldn’t help but wonder what good his presence would […] Read More..