Browsing Category: Short Story

               “…Isil the Sheen the Vanyar of old named the Moon, flower of Telperion in Valinor; and Anar the Fir-golden, fruit of Laurelin, they named the sun.  But the Noldor named them also Rána, the Wayward, and Vása, the Heart of Fire, that awakens and consumes; for the Sun was set as a sign for […]

               “There are no safe paths in this part of the world.  Remember you are on the Edge of the Wild now, and in for all sorts of fun wherever you go.”—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit                On the edge of the wild was where she felt most alive, and in it then, she breathed full […]

               James tried to write, but neither words nor story showed.  In evening’s fall, sky shone black and starless from clouded night, moon hinting as glow but undefined through mask of cover that moved low and fast, contours and folds of accented and shone as they crossed before the glow.                 Before window’s view, Annie […]

               My wife and future daughter-in-law had their first fight last night.  She is in first grade, and our son is in second.  I concede, perhaps, they will not last (as some contend, they have not even begun) but the natural fool and romantic that’s me holds hope.  They were in the same pre-school class, […]

               With the cool and dews of morning dawns that lingered and lasted longer into days, Annie’s wanderlust returned.  On tips of the trees, colors hidden in season of green began their showing through: yellow tipped ash and elms, red hints in the scarlet oaks, and spectrum of landscape maple shades.                Behind her home, […]