Writing

Becomes the Meaning Blossom: New Edition

To support the release of my new book, BECOMES ONE HUNDRED STORIES, I have made a new edition of the other books in the Meaning Blossom Books series. This includes editing the content and creating new cover art. This is the cover art for BECOMES THE MEANING BLOSSOM, the third of the Meaning Blossom Books.

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Becomes God’s Silent Prophet: New Edition

To support the release of my new book, BECOMES ONE HUNDRED STORIES, I have made a new edition of the other books in the Meaning Blossom Books series. This includes editing the content and creating new cover art. This is the cover art for BECOMES GOD’S SILENT PROPHET, the second of the Meaning Blossom Books.

Becomes the Happy Man: New Edition

To support the release of my new book, BECOMES ONE HUNDRED STORIES, I have made a new edition of the other books in the Meaning Blossom Books series. This includes editing the content and creating new cover art. This is the cover art for BECOMES THE HAPPY MAN, the first of the Meaning Blossom Books.

Morning Glory Pool

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The sign says this is Morning Glory Pool in Yellowstone National Park. But is it the edge of the forest, or the edge of eternity? A wishing well, or a gravity well?

When I visited, no one else was around, so I jumped in for a quick dip. I played with fate and tried to dive as far down as I could. I can tell you, hell indeed hath a fury far exceeding a woman scorned.

When I emerged from the drink, I was just upriver from Hoboken, New Jersey. I grabbed the first woman I saw and married her straight away.

When she furies like a woman scorned, I smile and kiss her and tell her that her fury is nothing compared to…and you should see how mad that really makes her!

We have never visited Yellowstone together. And I think we never will.

Almost Spring

lake_clark_wildflowers__alaska_usAh, that moment when spring, though not yet arrived, is suddenly inevitable and no longer a fool’s winter memory of a long-forgotten dream. This time when the nihilist turns merely skeptical, the cynic merely ironic, and the broken and bitter become almost lovers. But not quite.

Short Story: If Only

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She said.

But we didn’t like what she said.

Then she said.

And we liked what she said the second time better.

Then Clover said.

And I told Clover to not say such things to her.

He asked why.

I said why.

She told me not to talk to Clover that way.

I asked why.

Clover said why.

I told Clover what he could do with his stupid plaid coat.

She said.

Clover liked what she said, but I didn’t. I didn’t like what she said, but Clover did.

Clover said and she said. Clover said and she said in unison.

I told Clover what he could do with the rope.

She said. Clover said.

I didn’t say anything.

I left.

And they lived happily ever after.

Emerging Context

My offering for the latest Friday Fictioneers challenge.

Copyright Sean Fallon

Out of context. Everything begins out of context. Everything begins out of context at least with respect to itself. From its own frame of reference. From its own point of view.

Out of context until something emerges to give it context. A detail. A broad stroke. A battery.

Then the context grows. The context and the emerging details grow and develop a context around the thing. At least with respect to itself. From its own frame of reference. From its own point of view. A jar.

But does the thing grow? Does the thing grow within the emerging context? The detail, the broad stroke, the battery, the jar? Or is it your understanding that grows when the context emerges? Your understanding grows but the thing does not grow. Only the context around it–the context that you understand–grows and emerges and grows. Like a battery. Like a jar. Like a brick.

The thing remains what it is. At least with respect to itself. From its own frame of reference. From its own point of view. Context grows with respect to you, not it. From your frame of reference. From your point of view.

The thing remains what it is. It is not you. You are not what it is. You know nothing of the thing apart from the growing emerging context. You know nothing about the thing. The thing itself. The thing with respect to itself. From the thing’s frame of reference. From the thing’s point of view.

A battery. A jar. A brick.

It.