The Grass That Grows – Revised


So, it’s been quite a long time since I’ve posted on here, but that’s due to the nature of what I’ve been writing. It’s big. In the meantime, here’s the latest version of The Grass That Grows. It’s pretty different in a few key ways…enjoy!

                A single ray of light slipped through the shades over his office window and illuminated the keyboard in front of him. John ignored the minor nuisance, instead focusing his energy on finishing up one last design before he left work. It was already after five.

                In the back of his mind, submerged thoughts tasted the implications of that decision; it was after five o’clock on a Friday evening, and he was not only still at work, but was willingly so. For a twenty-six-year-old man, that was decidedly uncommon. While his conscious efforts went into placing the navigation menu of the webpage on the screen before him in just the right spot, he made excuses for that being the case. It wasn’t as if he had no friends; that was certainly not the case. If he wanted to, he had no doubt that any one of several girls he knew would like to go on a date with him that very evening, in fact. Continue reading

Short Piece #6 – Drabble


So, for fun today I wrote a “drabble,” which is actually one of my favorite types of short fiction. A drabble, as evinced below, is a story that introduces characters and tension—in exactly 100 words. No more, no less. Enjoy!

               What if I should throw myself into an adventure? I know myself all too well: shyness and a peculiar lack of curiosity are my defining traits. It would be foolhardy of me to do such a thing, and my brother would agree. Wouldn’t you, brother? Brother?

                Blast. He has disappeared on me yet again. This is becoming rote. I’m going to have to find him and bring him home, like I find myself doing so often these days.

                Off I go, I suppose. To the park, most likely, or the playground behind the school. Who knows where he has gone?