If a word had to be found to sum up Bryant West, he himself would opt for “ironic,” and he’d be right! The man was irony personified.
He read the invitation his wife had left on the huge cherry-oak desk in what he called “the lion’s den,” and twisted his mouth into his usual grimace. “Spring has sprung!” he read aloud. “Welcome to our annual Gala Event to be held again this year at the Regal Palms. Let’s see if we can exceed last year’s financial contribution to St. Dominic’s Orphanage and bring smiles to the faces of those children!”
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 105 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 105
In a faraway kingdom, there lived a kind hearted mother, Sahomi. She lived with her husband. The kingdom was ruled by the evil queen. She had a baby boy. His name was Rock. Sahomi had a baby girl named Snow Rose. She was the most beautiful girl who was born in that kingdom.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 244 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 244
He looked a little bundle of joy to me.
He was only as small as the palm of my hand, a miniscule baby, hardly anything dangerous or an entity to be feared. He had the most intense blue eyes; I saw when I reluctantly peeked over the shroud that covered all but his head..My breath had caught in my throat when the weak mother had handed him to me, the oneshe would have done good to fear and shy away from.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 65 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 65
Yisgadal v’yiskadash sh’may roboh…Amen. The words rolled off Sid Granot’s tongue as casually - and as thoughtlessly - as if he were ordering a tongue sandwich at the 2nd Avenue Deli. However, this was the 2nd Avenue Kielcer Congregation, and Sid found himself standing amid his fellow congregants, intoning the traditional Mourner’s Kaddish in memory of a dead father who had passed away eight months previously in the midst of ordering a tongue sandwich at the 2nd Avenue Deli.
In accordance with Jewish custom, coupled with a pre-mortem plea from Sid’s father, Sid was to attend synagogue every day for up to one year following his father’s death, intoning the ancient Aramaic prayer three times daily - morning, afternoon, and evening. The rationale, as Sid understood it, was that once a parent passed on, it was the son’s duty to ensure that the parent secured a treasured slot in heaven - primarily by intoning the Mourner’s Kaddish, thrice daily, for up to a year. The problem, as Sid’s father had mapped it out, was that nobody actually knew the criteria for gaining admission, so the Kaddish, at the end of play, was thrown in - like bonus points in a cosmic pinball game. “I don’t ask for much, Sidalah,” his father had asked, “but give me a good reference when I’m gone.”
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 14 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 3
[ Revolve Stories ]
All-Time Patron Rankings:
All-Time Author Earnings:
All-Time Novel Earnings:
All-Time Short story Earnings:
Match Bout Standings:
Grab A PatronQuo Badge For Your Web Site
Follow us on