At my age I find that memories die much faster than they were made. Every day that I add to this end of life, I fear that I lose forever many more days of my youth. I miss them, those long forgotten days, but I suppose if I live long …Read More »
» I Wish There Were Giants by F Lee Miller Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
I wish there were giants. Real, human giants. You know. Twelve feet tall. Content continues after advertisement I was watching a program on the history channel the other night and a gentleman was showing his magnificent collection of antique guns and swords. He was most proud of a sword from …Read More »
We danced the Tango on newly-cut grass and across the white-gravel driveway, hopping more than gliding, stumbling and trying not to hurt each other. I was eight years old and she was my best friend. Content continues after advertisement There was no music, of course, except what we always heard …Read More »
Bill was my best friend from college, where we were both studying to become High School Math teachers. We were both in our late twenties, we both had wives and small children and were struggling to get through college and on to a better life. Content continues after advertisement We …Read More »