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Weekly Short Stories (The Archives)

  1. A Circle Of Love---Four men stood together in a circle, accused of harboring a grudge against each other. They were told that each one must stand there (in the circle) until the time that he was ready and willing to absolve the grudge and forgive his neighbor. Each of these men were neighbors on adjoining properties. The first man was angry because his neighbor’s cows broke down his fence. The second neighbor was angry because, when the fence broke, and the cows were free, they went on his property and trampled many of his crops...

  2. Depressed Rabbit Attempts Suicide---A male rabbit named Furball had lost all hope. The female rabbit he had lived with for an entire year had left him for another rabbit. The owner of the garden he usually dined at had just put a fence around it. A fox had nipped one of his ears. And, at his most depressed, it seemed to him that all life is mere ephemera in the eye of time...

  3. Mr. Grumpy--Unreasonable joy and happiness came to me on an ordinary day, an unremarkable day, when I was playing poker. The clatter of chips and the shuffling of cards played background music to the conversation of the players. Now and then, the dealer would call “Seat open.” and a floorman would escort another player to a table. The nine players at my table were all sizes, shapes, and colors...

  4. It’s Not Solid---In a small forest lived the garden gnomes, Arnold and Sarah. It was their wedding day and their friends and relatives were all invited to celebrate the new marriage. Gnomes are simple creatures and consequently take great joy in the simple things in life. Friends brought simple little gifts. Baskets made from branches of small trees...

  5. The Strangest Breakfast---I woke up groaning, drum beating painfully inside my head. Tongue thick and dry, body drained - not unusual for a Saturday morning.
    I wanted to return to my dreams, but imagined I smelt coffee. Thirst winning; I dragged myself out of bed. Donned my threadbare maroon toweling robe, pushed my feet into my old-flapping carpet slippers and set off to investigate the unexpected aroma...Read On