Becomes One Hundred Stories #42: Dreams of Cold Fire

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Dreams of Cold Fire

The man’s ancient ancestor sighed. The ancient man looked at the hot sun above, and he wished he had a cool place where he could go rest. He thought about the cave in the middle of the desert, but he would have to cross too much of the big, barren desert before getting to the cool cave. So the ancient man just looked at the sun and sighed.

The ancient man wondered if he could build a hut and somehow keep it cool. He wondered if his science was developed enough to figure out how to cool a hut with his own ingenuity rather than waiting for cool weather to come. It was not.

The ancient man thought about fire. He thought about fire that kept him and his family warm when it was cold outside. He wondered what kind of fire he could build that would keep (more…)

Becomes One Hundred Stories #41: Tells a Hippo Tale

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Tells a Hippo Tale

The sad young man said he felt defeated. He said he felt defeated all the time.

The young man asked why.

The sad young man said he wished he knew. He said if he knew then he would know what to do to stop being sad all the time.

The young man said he sometimes got sad, but whenever he got sad, he thought about the hippo and he always felt better. He said in fact he had been sad often like the sad young man was sad until (more…)

Becomes One Hundred Stories #40: Makes a Concept Map

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Makes a Concept Map

I told the young man I needed a map. I needed a map for my latest book.

The young man said what happened to my girl who had said she would draw one for me.

I told him she was not my girl anymore.

The young man continued preparing his morning meal. He looked deep in thought. We had been roommates in the big city of our homeland long enough for me to know when he was deep in thought and also long enough for him not to be surprised I had changed girls yet again.

I asked the young man if he could draw.

The young man said not a bit.

I said me neither.

The young man said what about my new (more…)

Becomes One Hundred Stories #39: Comes to a Wall

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Comes to a Wall

The man came to a wall. The man came to a wall and he did not know how to get over it. He did not know how to get over it or around it. The wall was impassable.

The man touched the wall, and the man found that the wall was smooth. The wall was smooth and strong. The man could not push the wall over. The man tried to push the wall over, but he could not. The wall was too strong.

The man sat at the base of the wall and wondered how he could get to the other side.

The man thought about returning from whence he had come, but another wall now (more…)

Becomes One Hundred Stories #38: Holds a Dying Hand

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Holds a Dying Hand

The man visited his wife’s father. His wife’s father was dying and he had asked for the man to visit him.

The man entered the building where his wife’s father lay dying.

The man asked the girl at the front desk where he could find his wife’s father.

The girl at the front desk told him where he could find his wife’s father.

The man found his wife’s father.

The man found his wife’s father, but he was asleep. The man stood close enough to know that his wife’s father was asleep and not yet dead. But he would be dead in a short time.

The man looked around the place where his wife’s father lay dying, and he wondered if he would die (more…)

Becomes One Hundred Stories #37: Eats a Piece of Bread

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

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Eats a Piece of Bread

The young man took a piece of bread. He took a piece of bread and ate it. He ate the piece of bread and thanked the girl for giving him the bread.

The girl told the young man that her mother had told her to offer him the piece of bread.

The young man told the girl to thank her mother for telling her to offer him the piece of bread.

The girl told the young man he could thank her himself when her mother returned from the place where they prepared food in the place where they lived.

The girl’s mother returned from the place where they prepared food in the place where they lived.

The young man thanked the girl’s (more…)

Becomes One Hundred Stories #36: Sets off Alone Together

This is a piece of short fiction in the style and universe of three of my novels: Becomes the Happy Man, Becomes God’s Silent Prophet, and Becomes the Meaning Blossom.

Sets off Alone Together

The boy and the girl held hands.

The boy and the girl held hands as they walked away from the large box in the clearing.

Not many people saw them walk away because most of the people who had woken from their long sleeps were looking for food or were standing in amazement at the wonderful planet they had found themselves on. Those who watched the boy and girl leave to explore the planet watched them for a little while and then they too resumed looking for food and standing in amazement at the wonderful planet they had found themselves on.

The girl asked the boy if he had enough rest.

The boy said he had a short but strange rest.

The girl said how was it strange.

The boy said he felt like he had left part (more…)