This morning I posted a new story on my website Short Stories by Richard.
Every Butterfly is New is a bit like these small walks we go on.
It’s about discovering small and large things.
It’s about looking at ourselves.
Read it here.
Tag: short stories
Surprising wisdom from the mind of a child.
If you’ve ever had a bad day, and thought it will never stop raining, there’s a new short story you might enjoy reading. It concerns sadness. It contains a tiny bit of wisdom.
It’s titled A Child’s Lesson.
The words of this story are few and simple. The end is a surprise.
Read it here.
A short story about travelling hearts.
I was startled this morning during my walk through the Gaslamp Quarter.
Something peculiar was moving directly toward me along the sidewalk. For a split second I thought it was a person.
Then I did a double take.
A bundle of heart-shaped balloons was heading my way!
The cluster of balloons moved slowly down the sidewalk, propelled by a gentle breeze. Occasionally they’d float upward a foot or two, then quietly float back to Earth.
The travelling hearts came to a street corner. They seemed to hesitate. They turned decisively and began steadily down another sidewalk!
After venturing into a patio space in front of one building, they lifted with apparent delight and settled down. They leaned against the rail.
Perhaps they wanted to watch people–other travelling hearts–go by.
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I live in downtown San Diego and love to walk around with my camera! You can follow Cool San Diego Sights via Facebook or Twitter!
To read a few honest-to-goodness short stories that I’ve written, click Short Stories by Richard.
How to paint light in the city.
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.
A surprising encounter with Santa Claus.
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!
A beating heart, and neighboring stars.
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.
A grateful writer’s Thank You.
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
