I’ve completed another short story. The Star Maker is about the torn pages of one’s life. Folded together. Made into something perfect.
From our own complex stories we create our own stars.
Read the small, surprising story by clicking here.
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.
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.
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?