Category Archives: Telling Stories

A Road, A Tree, A Room of Bright Questions

Posted on October 30, 2008 by randomyriad

There is a lone tree in the middle of a rolling meadow of amber dry grass next to a dirt road that leads to an old gold rush town in the foothills of California. The tree is a bare black … Continue reading →

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Golden Hair and Blue Smoke

Posted on October 29, 2008 by randomyriad

The Monkey King shifted on the bar stool and rubbed his hand over the deep golden hair on the top of his head before pulling a cigar from somewhere, casually striking a match that appeared from an equally mysterious location … Continue reading →

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Navagating by Dream Compass in the Urban Wilderness

Posted on October 25, 2008 by randomyriad

As I waited at a red light, my attention was captured by a man wobbling to a strange rhythm. His clothes and flesh under the clothes hung uncomfortably on his bones, sagging here and there as he tottered toward the … Continue reading →

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Traveling by Telephone Time Warp

Posted on October 24, 2008 by randomyriad

I picked up the phone. I could tell it was Bev right away. She has a nasal, Judy Holiday kind of voice, though not exactly. “Hello this is Bev,” She always sounds a little tentative on the phone as if … Continue reading →

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Pizza Store Window at Sunset

Posted on October 23, 2008 by randomyriad

Thin and sharp, her silhouette moved against the sun’s sinking glare through the pizza store window. “Oh, honey look what you made me do!” she announced, bending to pick up the pile of napkins as the red light caught her … Continue reading →

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