By: Dr E.W. Gordon I once stood upon a hill all, around me nature watched on calmly. I wonder what it thinks of me? Really I’m plotting the next journey. I wish I was an eagle soaring high. I want to fly, I wish I could, I’d fly up to the clouds, do loops…
Category: Stories
Dances with Fox
By: Dr E.W. Gordon It’s November and the earliest snowfall for twenty years lays heavily on the ground. I’m busying myself with humdrum. I hate humdrum, digging the car out knowing full well it will be stuck within ten minutes, and as for defrosting cars… I take a moment, lean on the shovel, and…
My Finest Hour
By: Wishdokter I arrived somewhat later than I’d intended. It was nearly mid-night and the house party was, as the kids would say nowadays, in full swing. As soon as I’d walked in, most people were aghast. I fought my way through the crowd and took my place, in the front room, where most…
Hitler’s Year in India
By: Wishdokter “My year in India was a major turning point in my life… I think I’ve found my spiritual home, the people there are so friendly…” Serenely beautiful and waif-like. She’s the only one in the room who is speaking. Every now and then a couple will whisper something to each other. But,…
Chance Meeting
By: Wishdokter I’m not going to let this one get away. I like to have fun. I approach with an inane grin on my face. I know he recognises me from school, but he certainly won’t remember my name. Uncomfortably he slowly stretches out his hand to shake mine. I limply grip his fore-finger…
An extract from the diary of my late Aunt Gertrude
By: Finlay Today has been one of those days when one is so happy, one feels one’s heart could explode. I left the cottage early, soon after sun rise, and walked along the river heading upstream. Winter’s snow still cloaked the tops of the hills, alpine white in the sunlight. In the valley all…
A Prospect
By: Double G It was a moment of fulfilment. He was now on the hill pulling himself up but his alternating view of the earth below and, with a head jerk up, the spectacle straight in front and beyond, did not work against each other anymore. Both were the same, the senses were undivided. This is my world now,…
Glass, Mirror, Wine.
By: Alex The girl had been reading Gaiman. She closed the book and reached for the wine. A funny thing about women, and to a lesser extent men, is the way the wine they choose is often misrepresented as a metaphor for their personality. This is of course wrong; and the girl was no…
Harvest Moon
By: Finlay This tale is a retelling of an untitled poem from Heinrich Heine’s Buch der Lieder (1827), also set to music by Franz Schubert as Der Doppelgänger. Harvest Moon (Part I of III) The hour is somewhat after 3 o’clock. Tonight I could not sleep. As usual at this season my mind is filled with that disagreeable mix of wanderlust and…
Already having a bad day…
By: Wishdokter Squinting through the tears and pain he noticed just how confident she looked. She was scowling with narrowed eyes. Fresh pain washed over him like a tsunami of new fear. ‘Mona, I was going to tell you…’ He lay on his side and gripped his belly to remind him of the pain….