by David W. Stoner | Apr 7, 2024 | Short Stories
Hemingway leaned back in his chair, rolled his eyes, and then suddenly shot forward. Placing his forearms on the table in front of him, his hands clasped together, he glared at Einstein. “Are you crazy?” Hemingway asked. “You sit there and tell me that everything is...
by David W. Stoner | Jul 29, 2020 | Short Stories
In the cold, dark October morning, Rule walked alone down the railroad tracks toward the Ross Shaft of the Homestake Gold Mine. Alone in the early morning, his breath coming out in fits of steam, he felt alive. The air above ground was different than the air down...
by David W. Stoner | Nov 10, 2015 | Mad Scientist, Navajo shaman
Why are some of us so inclined to wander, never really able to settle in one place for very long? Is it genetic, or the result of the way we were raised? I don’t know its causes, but I’ve always been plagued with this chronic restlessness. Recently, I have been...
