by N1c0la-admin | Aug 22, 2021 | Short Stories
This story arose out of a writing group exercise contemplating the colour blue. It hooked into my almost rabid disapproval of an advertising campaign by a certain television content provider which strongly implies that the creative messy play of children, through...
by N1c0la-admin | Aug 9, 2021 | Short Stories
For Robert This is a story I wrote for my adoptive son, Robert, when he was about 9 years old. He came to us at age 6, with a heart already protected by a hard shell, one that he used to make him impenetrable to the risks of warmth, affection trust. It was a shell...
by N1c0la-admin | Aug 9, 2021 | Short Stories
It was a May evening in Rotterdam, in 1940. A boy sat on the breakwater of Rotterdam harbour and stared out at the cold grey sea, at the ships in the harbour and beyond it. He sat quite still, his chin resting on his knees – but his brown eyes were alive and anyone...
by N1c0la-admin | Aug 9, 2021 | Short Stories
For Benjamin This is a story I wrote for my adopted son, Ben, who had (has), shall we say, a small problem with impetuosity and anger management. He was about 6 years old when I wrote it. Once upon a time there was a young dragon whose name was Benjamin. By some trick...
