Writers Harbor

Category: Short Stories

  • The Old Eagle

    The Old Eagle As an old Eagle, battle scarred and cynical, I still soar, high and alone, through the grey, damp soaked, wintery skies. Lightning flashes incessantly, and the dull kerr-whump of distant thunder rolls alternates with the sharp, explosive crackling detonation resonating all around me. It is cold. And I am weary. If I…

  • Graffiti Art – Is this a good Career Choice?

    Him? Don’t mind him… He wants to be a chopper pilot! Graffiti Art: Is this really a good career choice? For what it’s worth, probably not-a-lot, I have dropped comments and blobs and the odd bomb all over the Internet. Luckily, the Internet being the size it is (although a tiny insignificant fraction of a…

  • The Chattering Brook

    The Chattering Brook An allegory The chattering brook had been cascading down from the high, high mountains for aeons. Since Time Immemorial, since the Very Early Days, before the Dark Times, the white, foaming, swirling waters had followed the creek bed down, thundering and roaring, past rocks and boulders, fallen tree stumps, slowing past open…

  • Agnes, the Old A.I.

    Agnes, the old A.I. Wikipedia: Transhumanism There came a series of loud crashes, and his parents looked at each other, nervously. The sounds came from the direction of their only child’s private habitat. “I do hope”, his mother whispered, “that they are getting along together”. His father shuffled uneasily, and replied: “I hope so! That…

  • The Echo-ite Observations (Part 2) “The Hermitude “

    The Echo-ite Observations Part 2: “The Hermitude” A quarter of a Star Period had passed. They had shared, and lived, and thought. And explored their innermost feelings.Deeply.Intensely. Passionately. The Universe stretched out around them, in all directions, waiting, patiently, vast, mysterious, and beautiful. Whilst two lovers shared a small, artificial, three dimensional space. It was…

  • Reekie, the little grey kitten

    REEKIE An animal story The little girl, coming up our garden path, had tears pouring down her cheeks. Her face, crumpled under the weight of some unknown sorrow, reflected only heartbreak. Alarmed, fearful of what might have happened, I hastened to her side. “What’s wrong? “, I asked, my instant compassion sharpened by a pinch…

  • The Echo-ite Observations (Part 1) “Sigma 610087 Epsilon Alpha “

    The Echo-ite Observations Part 1: Sigma 610087 Epsilon Alpha In his consciousness, he sighed deeply. He felt puzzled, disappointed, and above all else, mystified. Instantly, he felt the warm, compassionate telepathy emanating from his Beloved. Like a warm embrace, her ever vigilant Echo-ite awareness sent him kindness, concern, and encouragement. In reply, he sent her…

  • The King’s Great Castle

    The King’s Great Castle An allegory It was funny, being old. Benito would spend his days, sitting on a low, stone wall. Just outside the gates of the King’s Great Castle. He would watch, and think, and occasionally chat with those who passed by. He would lean on his gnarled old walking stick, hunched over,…

  • The Fool of Auschwitz

    The Fool of Auschwitz The concentration camp routine brought with it a perverse, malevolent normality. Early Spring of 1944 was little different from twelve months earlier, when he had first arrived, exhausted and sleep deprived, at a place called Auschwitz. He had found himself being herded off the train like a dumb, unfeeling beast. They…

  • Twinkle

    It was the night before Christmas; all was quiet, except for the sound of a little mouse. Twinkle wasn’t a pretend mouse, a fluffy mouse, or a cartoon mouse; he was a real live mouse who might chew his way through the skirting board; which he was doing right now. Before Twinkle left for his…