I finished writing another short story. This one is titled Light at the Edges.
I don’t know how to paint, but I do like to watch artists animate their canvases with small dabs of color. I also observe people, and the effect of light upon the human heart.
How does one paint light?
I hope this little story, about living in the big city, and human generosity, makes you smile.
Read it here.
Last year I published an original short story called An Encounter With Santa Claus. This isn’t the jolly Santa Claus we usually see.
The story has a touching ending.
If you are curious and would like to read a short work of fiction that concerns human compassion, click here.
Merry Christmas!
I’ve written another short story. It’s titled A Heart That Would Not End.
This new story was inspired by my friend Mitchell the didgeridoo player.
Mitchell’s smile can be seen all around San Diego. Perhaps you’ve seen him playing one of his didgeridoos at Seaport Village or Balboa Park, or entertaining visitors inside the San Diego Zoo or Safari Park.
Not only does his music surge like the beating heart of the cosmos, but Mitchell has a deep interest in astronomy and our particular corner of the galaxy. He has created a unique Stellarium: a large three dimensional transparent cube filled with shining stars that represents our sun’s neighborhood. He has shown me photographs.
One day I hope to look into the Stellarium with my own eyes.
To read my new story, click here.
I must be dreaming. This can’t be possible!
I have a website called Short Stories by Richard, where I publish my small works of fiction.
Like most bloggers I monitor my stats on a daily basis.
In the past year increasing numbers of students in at least three countries–Denmark, Sweden and the United States–have read short stories that flowed from my fingertips. Readers have arrived in spurts from a variety of curriculum and school websites, including regional sites, Google Classroom and Instructure.com.
Hundreds of students have been reading One Thousand Likes. In the past week, out of the blue, students have begun to read The Firefly.
I really don’t know what to say, except Hello to All Readers and Thank You!
I’ve mentioned in the past that I intend to spend more time writing, and that is now what I firmly resolve to do. If my blogging begins to lag, it’s because I’m sitting somewhere outside in the warm San Diego sunshine, my pen and notepad on my lap and my eyes lost in a dream.
Or is this a dream?
Richard
I’ve published a new Christmas story. It’s about our busy lives and the passage of time.
It’s titled A Wise Man.
Please forgive me if I make changes to this tiny work of fiction as I reread it in the days, weeks and months to come. A writer’s thoughts and feelings can evolve over time.
To read the story, click here.
This morning I published another short story. This one is titled The Station Sparrow.
The humorous little tale was inspired by my own life experience.
I often see birds inside the enormous passenger waiting room of Santa Fe Depot, the train station in downtown San Diego. Feathered infiltrators come through the wide open doors and walk about the floor pecking at crumbs.
That got me to thinking. And imagining. And laughing.
The Station Sparrow is mostly about life, and humor’s saving grace. Click the link to read it.
I hope it makes you laugh, too.
I believe the world is fundamentally beautiful. Beauty permeates everything. From atoms to galaxies–and everything in between.
Beauty awaits open eyes wherever we happen to walk. Perhaps you’ve noticed this is an important theme of Cool San Diego Sights.
Yesterday I finished writing a short story that is very dark. It concerns ugliness that arises from human vanity. So now I find myself in a difficult situation.
I’d rather not have a depressing story welcome readers to my website Short Stories by Richard. I want to outshine the darkness with light.
A bright, magical story is now taking form under my pen. But finding the right words to approximate eternal truths can be a puzzle. I’m stuck for the moment, wrestling.
All living things require watering. I know that with fresh eyes and a little patience the story will grow and mature.
Until these two new short stories appear, you might enjoy reading my published works of fiction here.
