A new ending to my story, Summer Evening Concert came to me. Take a look.
Category: Short Story
Summer Evening Concert
It’s August, it’s hot, humid and the mosquitoes are feasting. Here’s a new short story.
A Place With No Name
Paging through my stories I found a fairy tale: A Place With No Name. I made a few edits and submitted in a contest for Science Fiction and Fantasy. Here’s the first paragraph. Wish me luck!
Once upon a time…oh what a time it was, far away from here and ages upon ages ago, there was a place that had no name. It was so long ago that mountains were three times as tall as they are today having not been worn down by the ravages of time. And rivers, scores of them, rushed through valleys, poured down crevices and disappeared in underground caverns so large that whales traversed these subterranes with ease and used them as birthing places.
Glenda
Cards
Sympathy cards
Out number
Birthday cards
For me
These days.
© Glenda Kotchish
June 17, 2018
Puddle
Green view
Sunlight
Soft breeze
Paws click
Dogs whine
Let’s go
Outside.
Puddle
In the
Foyer
© Glenda Kotchish
June 16, 2018
Worries
My friends and I have been discussing the magnificent mind of the human. Our brains are exceptional because we can, unlike most animals, see into the future–invent various scenarios and outcomes for any given even. We can look into the future and we can plan.
We think, forecast and bring into reality the very ideas which we imagine. Amazing, is it not?
But there is a fly in the ointment. We find ourselves conjuring up the worse, horrific consequences, things within our power, things not within our power to command.
This story, written over the course of two days, is the result of our discussions plus my own personal speculations of every day, inconsequential events.
Meet Queenie. Click here to read The Horrors of Mr. Mann.
Feeling small in a big world
Don’t be fooled by smallness. Little things are powerful. New story.
Raymond
A fictional, short story that country roads and rainy weather inspires. A quick read.
Bacon and Eggs
I woke up this morning thinking about eggs and my brother’s chickens and then well, you know how the mind works. It got going from there. Anyway, here’s a little remembering story. I hope you like it.