The second story in my new Work suite of stories is now up. It’s called Art Job.
Now that I’ve completed the 17 short-short stories which make up the serial I call The Lazy Allen Stories, I’ve decided to continue to write really short stories. The new stories – called Work – will share neither a group of characters nor a story-line.… Read More
The latest – and final – Lazy Allen story is up. I’d like to thank the folks who supported this project and also everyone who clicked over to the stories page and read one of more of these pieces. There are 17 stories in all.… Read More
As some of you know, I’ve been writing a series of short-short stories called The Lazy Allen Stories, and putting them up on their own site for anyone who wants to read them. There are 16 of them up now. These stories, set in 1982,… Read More
The 16th installment of The Lazy Allen Stories is now online. It’s called The Producer. In this story, The New Polka Kings get a recording contract. The Big Time is just around the corner. These stories are told by Lazy Allen, a seemingly washed up… Read More
From the shameless self-promotion department: For those who have missed it, I’ve published a group of stories (15 and counting) in serial format at a blog site, eugeneknapikstories.com. These are short-short fiction under the title The Lazy Allen Stories. They are set in 1982 in… Read More
The latest in my unknown and unpopular short-short fiction series, The Lazy Allen Stories, is up. It’s called True North. I hope you like it.
As regular visitors know, I’ve been posting some short-short stories here at 27th Street. These are all part of a series of pieces I call The Lazy Allen Stories. They’re set, or at least they’re being told in 1982 in Toronto, and they’re all stories… Read More
Here’s another short-short story I wrote. Like Star Beauty it’s part of a group of stories I’m working on I call the Lazy Allen Stories. I don’t really know what to do with these stories, so for now I’m simply going to try to write… Read More
My father was full of stories, too many to remember all at once. Some of them I store away until I need them. Then one day some little thing triggers something way back in my memory. I had, for instance, forgotten all about Aub.… Read More