A Gnome's Ponderings

Men, Martians and Machines by Erik Frank Russell becomes an odder read the more you look at it. A collection of interlocking stories, it was...

The Architect and the Spider The architect looked out his window, where a spider was spinning her web. In the distance, the architect c...

The Happy Laughter of Children  All the children remembered the puppet man, who would come to the village green every spring with his b...

Spring’s Music When the crocus bloom and the snow is only left in piles of weeping slush, the sing of spring begins. It is a song witho...

A Simple Truth During the day, the abattoir stank of blood during the day and reeked of bleach at night. But it holds this truth. T...

One Ending It was war. There’s nothing new about war. Indeed, peace is not nearly as common. But this was a bitter war that lasted f...

Courtesy The grave digger had paused to eat a green apple when he saw Death in his dusty long coat coming down the lane. ‘Everyone h...

The Poet in the Wilderness The poet stood on the wilderness, speaking his words to world. Though there was no audience, he knew that th...

Three Learned Goals The business man said ‘I will build factories and museums in my name. I shall be remembered forever after I die.’ ...

Finding Memory I found myself walking in a field that I had never been in but I knew from dreams. It ended in a hill that was green with...

The Business Man and the June Bug The business man regarded the June bug that buzzed around his head. ‘What have you done to fly aro...

The Business Men and the Cat In their stuffy board room with their overstuffed bodies sitting in overstuffed chairs, the great men of bu...

The Perfect Rose Old Man Memory took down a heavy book from a shelf in his library. Both the book and the shelf are covered in dust. The...

Beneath the Tree The poet sits beneath the cherry tree. In his hand is his manuscript and his eyes are shut. From behind his eyes, t...

Gravestone Whispers As I sat in the cemetery, I heard a gravestone speak. ‘Flesh and even bone, all will melt away and become only d...

The Voice of the Mountain As I walked in the wilderness,  I heard a voice. It was the voice of the wilderness. ‘I am mountain. I am ...