mry writes

telling stories with words and pictures


short story

  • The Dancer

    The train rolled by in an endless procession of steel; graffitied, rusting, rattling, sometimes dripping. Round cars, square cars, open cars, open doors on closed cars. A parade of transport; a mass of commerce, or material for future commerce. Chemical, mineral, raw and finished products. A person, then three, soon a gaggle, waited more or Continue reading

  • Ensnared in Edgewise

    *a story* ***First Impressions*** Afternoon sun dappled the rumpled surfaces of the window panes, beating against the translucence of the old glass, trying to gain entry into the quiet room, seeking a path to illuminate the dim dusty corners. The intensity of the summer sun was softened by its passage through the dirt that crusted Continue reading

  • Entropy

    *a story* She is not sitting next to you, her head resting on your shoulder, through your efforts alone. Yes, she is next to you. You spied her sitting in a big chair and you began assembling the bits and pieces of a relationship. Yes, you made an effort to know her. What you need Continue reading

  • Word got around

    *a short story* Word got around in the usual way that words get around, which is unknown at the functional level and that is a good thing because words which do not deserve to get around would get around once the code was cracked and anyone could make word get around. Rumour says the fox Continue reading

  • God is not Great

    *a short story* -God is not great. Now I know this. -I never really believed in any God’s greatness. Now I know for sure. -God created all, they say. -God knows all, they say. -If so, then God knows BRCA1. -God created BRCA1. -There is nothing great about BRCA1. -It is cruel. -It took my Continue reading

  • Sentience: or, a strange little story

    *a story* *concerning the travails of being an earthworm* sentience: thinking, feeling, acting responding beyond primeval nubs and micro-second bursts of reflex purposeful biochemical electricity of impulse-thought-action-life sentience: we are underground; too much wet seeping in can not breathe must do something need to breathe should go up should worm our way to the outerland Continue reading