Writers Harbor

Category: Short Stories

  • The Ducks of Finchingfield

    Photo: cmiper In the ‘Ducks of Finchingfield’, if the symbolism annoys or confuses you, the thing to remember is very simple: it’s NOT a story about ducks. It is more a story about false appearances, and the latent hypocrisy of the super rich and predatory Freemasons who inhabit said village. Several people have asked me…

  • El Presidente

    EL PRESIDENTE Our local shooting club has some enthusiastic members. Every Friday night, there is a shoot-out. Not of the killing kind, unless you’re made of cardboard. Then, you’d be in big trouble… Usually, there would be between fifteen and twenty shooters. The President was there. He would welcome everybody, stuffily. And give you the…

  • Yer Fu-Fu-Fuk’n CAT

    “The good-looking guy is ME… the dude with the epaulettes? Some frickin’ chopper jockey… “ YER Fu-Fu-Fuk’n CAT (Life’s a dance. As writers, we should explore all aspects of the human existence. Not all is gloom and doom. Some aspects of life are touching, some are ironic or wry, and some are downright funny. Here’s…

  • She, the love of my life

    She, the love of my life “Honey…! “, I shouted through to kitchen. From where I could hear coming the reassuring clatter of pots and pans. “I’ve got a reviewer here who reckons I’m self absorbed! What do you reckon to that, eh? “ She came through, dish cloth in hand, and stood by my…

  • Dear Grandma Rena

    Random conscious emotions and memories of my grandma and all she meant/means to me. January 20, 2008 Dear Grandma Rena, I almost don’t know how to begin – I am feeling so much for you and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you at least once. I have always loved you…

  • The one night stand

    The One Night Stand They had arranged to meet at a popular eating place. He, the amateur writer, the compulsive scribbler of verse and song, and she, the successful, liberated career girl. It was, as was fashionable, the girl who had invited the boy out. He had accepted over the phone, and now they were…

  • Black Thunder

    Black Thunder The Louisiana fishermen, standing by the side of the LA 82, barely paused in their conversation. The rolling thunder, that had started as no more than a distant, growling threat, was increasing in volume. It was louder now, and became the unmistakable sound of an approaching large V-twin motorcycle. Still the fishermen chatted…

  • Kyle

    Kyle jumped into the picture as I was snapping it with my cell phone. We were both in our Yellows and hardhats, the US Forest Service logo on our sleeves. And there I was trying to get a picture of me with the Zaca Fire in the background, when now I’d have a picture of…

  • Rules for Writers

    1. Abandon Hope, Ye Who Enter Here. It’s a dangerous and heartless world for those who put their fears and hearts out into the world for review. 2. Respect the stupid man. Though they be ignorant and nuisance, they also be your audience, many stupid people in the world. Write for the audience because no…

  • Jessica is not coming to play today

    Jessica is not coming to play today credits: Evangelis ( “Missing you “) frenzfrenz (YouTube) Thursday, March 8th 2007 I guess this is not a good morning for me. Oh, the sun is shining. I’m home, for a week off. In my comfortable house. With the dogs lying around outside, contentedly dozing in the sun.…