Tag Archives: Fiction

My Story: The Whimsical Whale on the Corner

whaleMy story today is centered around the idea that many people make their permanent homes in places where most people only vacation.

There were never any curtains here. Something about the beach air made people forget that sunlight could be blocked out and that morning would come anyway.

Where do you like to go to get away from it all? Tell me in the comments.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

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My Story: Instructions for Care

longhairMy story today is about the way we can put our trust in perfect strangers – like our hair stylists.

Maralyn insisted on maintaining the often-seen short spiky hairdo that older woman gravitated toward when they give up. She resisted Hannah’s efforts to soften her face with another style. Hannah regretted missing out on the chance to dye all those spikes Barbie pink.

What is it about certain strangers that makes us feel like we can trust them? Tell me in the comments.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

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My Story: At Night I Dream of Mermaids

mermaidMy story today revolves around something most of us thoroughly enjoy – sleep. But what if you didn’t need to sleep anymore. How would you spend that extra time in your day?

Stella had started a late-night crafting group and she kept sending me pictures of hip homemade wreaths, hand-stamped stationary and throw pillows with inappropriate phrases stitched on them. Her pictures came at all hours of the night and there were clusters of them waiting for my attention in the morning.

What did you dream of last night? Tell me in the comments.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

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My Story: Once Upon a Midnight Summer

midnightMy story today is set in the same way all parents tell stories to their children: With certain details omitted. What you want your children to know and what actually happened are two completely separate stories:

Of course, there is a flip side to this story: One of perpetual light in which the birthrate dropped a bit and people were less likely to have one-night stands when faced with a potential lover in the bright accusing light of day outside a bar. But I’ve never met someone from the opposite side of the world to tell me that story. And I really don’t want to tell my children about one-night stands so close to bedtime. Sex education should take place in the daylight.

Listen to Once Upon a Midnight Summer and tell me what you would change about your life if it was suddenly left in darkness.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

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My Story: A Brilliant Shade of Blue

blueskySometimes a story buzzes around in my head for a while before I am able to get it right — this is certainly the case with my story for today. I like to ask people what their first memories are of. For some people it’s just a fleeting impression and for others it is in amazing clarity with lots of details.

Christine’s first memory was a flood of orange juice. The cascading fall of it as it slipped out of her grasp and spread into a large puddle in front of the fridge, the pulpy bits lodging themselves between her toes. Why mom kept it in that glass pitcher, she never thought to ask. Her mother was the one who found Christine standing in the juice puddle, and she lifted her onto the sink counter to wash her ankles and toes with warm water.

Listen to A Brilliant Shade of Blue. And tell me what you would think about if you had the time to sit still with your own thoughts.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

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