Alan’s Short Stories
A NIGHT TO SHINE
A WORTHY CAUSE BY THE TIM TEBOW FOUNDATION AND ...
BAH HUMBUG, IT’S A CHRISTMAS CAROL STORY
Nearly everybody knows A Christmas Story was written by Charles Dickens. And mos...
KINGS & SOLDIERS – THE STORY OF THE NUTCRACKER
Christmas is coming and with it the return of the nutcracker. I love seeing the ...
IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!
It’s that time of year and I’m giddy. No, I’m not talking about Thanksgiving or ...
MEET US IN SEDONA
Ever been to Sedona Arizona? If not, you would do well to put it on your bucket ...
ARCHIE MEETS JACK AT HALLOWEEN
It was a dark and windy Halloween night, just about the time when curfew was cha...
PAUL & KRIS
“Hello, American This is Paul Harvey! Stand byyy for newwws!”
I loved to list...
ME AND MY BABY
Back in the sixties the country was turbulent. Viet Nam was wearing thin on folk...
GO YOUR OWN WAY
It’s been three years since my divorce from Kevin. After twenty-one years of mar...
HURRY UP AND WAIT
But he really had to go!
There I was, sitting in a dilapidated Detroit Michig...
CAN I HAVE A LICK
Having finished dinner with friends at a little Italian restaurant about twenty-...
“BEST” OF THE BEATLES FOR “PETE’S” SAKE
Nearly everyone has heard of the Beatles. In fact, it would be hard to find anyo...
OUR TRIP TO THE BRITISH ISLES (in case you remotely had any interest)
…all the Royal BS doesn’t impress me that much, a rant for another day.
The w...
A MORNING IN HELL
“Dammit, I did it again.”
Those were the first words out of my incredibly dry...
A DAY IN THE LIFE
I hit the bright red button angrily to end my call and sat in my truck contempla...
TOMMY, CAN YA HEAR ME
1,050 Words
In November of 1973 three friends and I drove through a snowstorm...
BANDS OF BROTHERS
I’ve always wished I had a brother. Bet my dad and son did too. Both my paternal...
A Space in Time
As dusk descended upon the Arizona desert, daylight dissolved, and the warmth me...
THIS COCKNEY SPARROW KNOWS NOT JACK
There are more than likely more victims
What real life bloke ‘as ‘ad an untold ...
SUMMER OF ’69
Chris and I had just finished another arduous pop bottle run. We were now comfor...