The green and gold school colors of The University of San Francisco shown brightly in the morning sun and the banner they were displayed upon billowed in the morning breeze off the bay. Students were already hustling about on their way to class. Some were obviously...
The entryway to the Bremmen Brothers’ Funeral home was filled with flowers from a previous service the day before. Bright splashes of lavender orchids stood out among the peace lilies and other more conservative flowers. The older Bremmen brother, John, came out to...
Ben stared at the cream swirling in his dark brown cup of coffee. The hypnotic spiral was mesmerizing in the sleep-deprived, surreal stupor he found himself in at 6:30 in the morning. He had spent most of the night with his sister- and brother-in-law, Samantha and...
The morgue walls were a checkered tile pattern of a cold gray and pale sea-foam green. Terri lay on a gurney under a sheet, battered, bloody, broken, and ... gone. Ben’s phone rang several times before he lifted it up to answer. It was Steve. “Yeah. Ben,” his voice...
The sky outside of Ben’s broad view of the bay was a brilliant orange. Wisps of crimson and gold clouds reflected off the ocean reminding him of why he loved the sea so much. It reminded him how life constantly shifted, swirled, and flowed from moment to moment. Some...
Jerry lay face down on his keyboard in a pool of blood. His finger stuck on the delete key and the computer making an annoying ticking sound as the cursor flashed on the blank screen. The police and coroner had made their arrival at the small design company that...
Stumbled across this little gem. Apparently, one of the story artists at Pixar, Emma Coats, tweeted a whole series of ‘story basics’ that she learned on how to create appealing stories from her senior colleagues. This article is a little old from May 2011...
Continued from Part II | If you missed it, Part I Jake awoke slowly to find himself in a hospital room. He felt drained. He tried to lift his arms, which were mere skeletons of what they once were just moments ago when he collapsed on the floor of his living room...
Continued from The Awakening: Part I Two months passed. The date had been a failure, which allowed Jake's shed cleaning project to continue along nicely. He figured he would need only two more weekends before all the clutter in his shed (and house) would be either...
How do memories create the life you live? Read the first 3 pages of the short story, “The Awakening.”
- [wtr-time] - I can't take it anymore. I have to tell someone. All of you. All these years have passed and no one has suspected the atrocities I've committed. I tried leaving clues for the police, but no one figured it out. I made phone calls. Sent letters to the...