One glass sangria – Friday Fictioneers
Lorna had insisted that the ceremony was to be cheerful, a ceremony disregarding her suffering towards the end. A ceremony to commemorate a life of Happiness shared with her sister […]
Lorna had insisted that the ceremony was to be cheerful, a ceremony disregarding her suffering towards the end. A ceremony to commemorate a life of Happiness shared with her sister […]
Her collection was impressive. Each of them carrying a memory. They all represented someone. Someone who had lived and breathed, someone once close to her. She sighed, each of them […]
Smooth saxophones wailed as I entered the club. I should have been sleeping, I should have prepared for tomorrow. But the stress of delayed flights in combination with the jet-lag […]
Through cobwebs of lingering sawdust he saw opportunities gone. Once he had hunger for success, for business innovation, for being an encouraging father and a caring husband. Now it was […]
“I need my money back” old man cried “They said investments in your real-estate was safe and guaranteed” Teller man, said not a word and smiled with charcoal lips cast-ironed […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis