Humility in Non-fiction Prose
A post at sunestauromai states in prose part of the message I had in mind when I wrote my short story, The Organ and the Tramp, and of course states it more directly.
A post at sunestauromai states in prose part of the message I had in mind when I wrote my short story, The Organ and the Tramp, and of course states it more directly.
The storyteller, as usual, seemed to start in the middle of the tale … When Perd fell on his face in front of the governor, he had little hope. It was his second time to appear in this position, and what hope did he have of getting clemency? He had promised to reform, to learn…
There was this man, sitting on his couch. He wasn’t sure whether he was awake or not. He might have been dreaming. He might have been in that sort of half-way state some people experience when just waking up. But right across from his recliner, sitting there on the couch, was a man. The man…
… at who am i?
(See also A Fresh Perspective I) The church council didn’t know what to do. Well, that isn’t precisely true. Individually they did know what to do, but they didn’t all know the same thing, and no one plan of action was acceptable to all the members. This is a work of fiction. All persons, places,…
… at Fish and Cans. Check it out. There’s lots of good stuff. Next week, the carnival will be hosted right here at the Jevlir Caravansary. Yes, I really am back to blogging again!
As Arnold hiked joyfully away along the trail, the child he had just pulled from the water and revived reached out a hand to touch the intriguing water moccasin. (Ref: 1 Peter 5:2)