Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Giggle
Giggle is a drabble about a little boy and his father interacting with each other and having fun.
Lake Poopó
Lake Poopó is a drabble about a lake in Ecuador that has dried up. Ecuador has declared the situation a disaster. The wildlife would surely agree.
Monday, April 25, 2016
Board Meeting
Board Meeting is a flash fiction piece about a man who has transitioned from the race to a simpler pace of life.
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Street Conversations
The 100-word piece Street Conversations is structured as two parallel dialogues. The characters are on the street in Victoria, B.C.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Overtru

Torsn var ikke helt en mann, men han hadde ingen bekymring om gåtene i den gamle profet. Hva kunne en krøpling vet om formålet om guder? Den fillete kappe luktet av røyk. Hans ånde luktet enda mer bitter. "Torsn sønn av Turl, han har ikke deg løssluppen."
Da de kom, det hørtes ut som et steinras. Den søvnige landsbyen sto liten sjanse mot flammer og sverd. Skrik fulgt rop. Stillhet drukner stønn.
Torsn kunne ikke kjøre. Han knelte ved brann, holder den jern stangen i flammer. Hva ville hans skjebne være?
Da morderne kom inn, sto han, stangen glødende oransje.
Det er tid, fraren kråke erklært fra vinduet.
Photo is copyright by Ian Sanderson.
The translation to Bokmål is mine. Corrections welcomed.
Handwriting
Handwriting was another awkward one-word prompt. This piece ends in an ironic twist. Hope you enjoy it.
Refreshing
What could be more Refreshing than a vacation at the North Pole? Swimming at the North Pole. In bikinis.
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Saturday, April 2, 2016
The Monkey's Pirate
The Monkey's Pirate is meant to be a humorous drabble and is, of course, somewhat inspired by A Horse and His Boy, by C.S. Lewis.
Left on a Shelf
The drabble Left of a Shelf is a dystopian piece, but I clearly drew inspiration from modern events and culture. If any of this resonates with you, you may wish to google search about the dumbing down of America.
Envy
The 100 worder, Envy, was inspired by the picture.
Ornickarr's photo brought back to me memories of walking past the open doors of the Bäckerei in München to Englischer Garten, where the warm air rushed out into the cold, wet streets enveloping me like a blanket, and my stomach growled at the delicious smells of fresh-baked pastries.
Ornickarr's photo brought back to me memories of walking past the open doors of the Bäckerei in München to Englischer Garten, where the warm air rushed out into the cold, wet streets enveloping me like a blanket, and my stomach growled at the delicious smells of fresh-baked pastries.
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