Potpourri
ORIGINAL SHORT STORIES by Ed Newman
Creating a work of art, whether it be a poem or
story, etching or watercolor, is a personal experience that is
valid in and of itself and, in one sense, needs no audience. The
meaning of that experience is for the creator himself to grasp
-- or grapple with -- alone.
Yet, absurd as it seems, nearly every artist goes on to wrestle
with the next problem of how to share these personal works with
a wider audience.
The wonder of a web site is that the work can remain dynamic,
can grow as one contributes to it, shapes it, adds brush strokes
of color here, highlights there. Unlike a book, which must remain
static and permanent (at least until the second edition) web sites
take on a life of their own, reflecting more fully the qualities
of personality, the heart and mind of their creators.
As the world you discover here evolves, it is my hope that with
each return you shall find new rewards. As in all great adventures,
one never knows where a path will lead until it is explored.
THE RED SCORPION
NEW!! Chapters one thru six. A coming of age story for teenage
boys of all ages.... A tale of high suspence, with a mystical
twist. My first novel, now complete and soon to be published.
Stay tuned!
The M Zone
The revelation came suddenly. Like an "Aha!"... only
it was an "Oh no!."
The Unfinished Stories of Richard Allen
Garston
First section of a longer story. My newest work, soon to be completed.
(I hope!) If I finish this one, then I can continue working on
The Red Scorpion. Enjoy!
The Nose
The crammed little bar sizzled with energy. So much was happening
in the room that it began to unsettle him. He wondered why he
ever said he would meet his friends here.
[Story inspired by an incident that happened to Italo Calvino's
Mr. Palomar]
Terrorists Preying
Although I'd been an art major in college -- mostly painting and
drawing -- I became discouraged with it shortly after graduation
and gave it up. I was living with my family on Long Island at
the time and for some while afterwards I still visited the New
York art galleries, making regular tours of the Whitney, the Guggenheim
and the Modern.
What finally got me out of art was the whole directionlessness
of it all....
The Breaking Point
It was a Wednesday when the bill arrived. Cassie Hedberg's birthday
was the following Monday, so it wasn't too difficult to put one
and one together to make two.
Winner of the 1991 Arrowhead Regional Arts Fiction
Competition
A Poem About Truth
May 18, 1944. At Hitler's war conference he is told that the enemy
has carried out two spy operations during the night on the heavily
defended French coastline. At one place, near Calais, German troops
have found an orange peel, an empty flask, and a shovel lying
on the beach. Years later they would say that they also found
a landscape painted on driftwood, a finely crafted home made flute
and a dagger....
The Angry Visitor from Xon
He landed his spacepod in a field near Carlton, Minnesota. It
was night and he hoped that there had been no sign of his landing.
He had landed without lights.
The Empty Space
I heard this story from Stuart M----, caretaker of an apartment
complex on Stevens Square in South Minneapolis in the early 80's
when I made my living as a painting contractor....
Three Nights in August
Lawn chairs squatted in their usual places on the redwood stained
deck that abutted Ealy's large split-level house. Two were occupied,
one by Bud Ealy and a second by Frank Bowman, neighbor from across
the street. Spring through fall the chairs were always out, along
with the beer.
Samson and Delilah
From my earliest youth I have wondered - not in these exact words,
of course, but with an earnestness as perpetual as consciousness
itself - how can God, who is perfect, work through man, who is
imperfect, to achieve His immutable purposes?
NOW COMPLETE! (though being re-written,
even as we speak)
When we speak of history, we must always remind ourselves that
we are speaking only of "history as we know it." The
task of historians to document, revise and debate the events and
meanings of events in human history is a daunting one, even when
simplified to contain only that which is known.....
When Eutychus Fell
"I felt all sick and shaky. I just couldn't go to the window
to look. He fell straight out." Julius hung his head.
All ears, I watched his face eagerly for the details. Finally,
his expression changed. A slow smile formed as he looked up and
into my eyes. "But God was there," he said. After a
pause he added, "It was amazing."
A Brief Transaction
Untitled Excerpt From a Longer Story
Standing outside in the misty dark, Jess felt unusually quiet.
A rusty pipe propped open the door of the tin shed, its butt end
digging into the gravel driveway. The single dim bulb in the shed
revealed a green John Deere and the dusty clutter of four decades
-- old car bumpers, boxes of paper, pitchfork, rusted garden tools
and engine parts. The haze made the whole scene appear fuzzy and
colorless as if draped in a shroud of gauze.
Liz Mills
"Will you remember me when you're famous? I know you
won't."
Duel of the Poets
There is a little known principle - a secret
law of the universe, as it were - that where two identical things
simultaneously come into existence, one of them must cease to
be, for there can be no two things exactly alike. This principle,
like many spiritual laws, has been lost to our rational, mechanistic
minds, though ancient philosophers and alchemists were aware of
it and respected its power...
Lu Lee & the Magic
Cat
Once upon a time there was a lonely man named Lu Lee. He
was a poor man. He lived in a small one room house by himself,
and he was often sad because he had no friends. He had no friends
because he was different from other people and he lived in a land
where people who are different are often made to feel unwelcome...
Yuzmin's Folly
In the fifteenth century A.D., during the reign
of Yuzmin, King of Mullah-Banin (a now forgotten territory situated
near the mountains of Attain in the Middle East) a famous decree
was made. The young king who made it had a well-established reputation
for his lavish parties and bacchanalian orgies. Incredibly wealthy,
King Yuzmin took such pride in exceeding the renowned festivities
of his forebears that at the height of one of his most outrageous
annual spectacles, the week long Homage to Attis, the Phrygian
god of fertility, Yuzmin declared that the rest of his reign would
be a perpetual revelry....
The Nonsense Room
For Greg and Leslie Moore, finding a home in Stillwater was more
problematic than originally imagined, but at the last they discovered
the Shatterly Place, an enormous hodgepodge of competing architectural
motifs ambitiously stapled together with Victorian pretensions.
Marketed as a handyman's special, the price was most appealing.
Only later did they learn of the strange history of the house.
"People get deranged in that house," the grocer told
Leslie at Thanksgiving. "The place either finds 'em cracked
or leaves 'em that way."
Blue
Blue began when the world was new, but not so new as the very
beginning. The original world was black and white. Eventually,
God decided that color should be added to His wonderful creation.
[a very short story with links to four more short prose
pieces]
[a poem with a message]
I herd a wrap on the door. "Come inn," I said. It was
a navel man.
[Published in Games Magazine, April 1998]
A Few Thoughts in
Response to Humpty Dumpty's Great Fall
When I first heard of it, I was both shocked and saddened by the
news. He had always struck me as a fellow with so much potential.
But what concerned me most was his condition afterwards. If only
there were something one could say to help him get it together
again....
For One Night of Love
~~~~~~~~~NEW
Part One and Part Two.... Tell me what you think. Is it a good
story, or only a good beginning?
Episode on South Street
It was close to ten o'clock when the thought first struck me:
Something terrible is going to happen tonight, and the
dread surged through me. I was painting in my studio late that
night with two deadlines to meet and I didn't have time to work
myself through another episode. No doubt the deadlines set it
off.
Enno
We discover ourselves as we interact with others. Through friendships
our true selves find the courage to emerge. Through bitter feuds
we discover our capacity for conflict, or lack of capacity. Through
struggle we define our strength, or -- to our dismay -- learn
of our weakness.
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