The-Short-Story

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
Joe was sixty-five years old and retired.
He lived in an old battered caravan by the sea on west coast of South Africa, it is a desert region an not many people live here, which is, as he likes it. He found a nice secluded place near the beach, miles from any [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
I live in Smalltown, USA, out in the Midwest. It is still called Smalltown but has grown into a bustling city since my youth.
That all happened when the yuppies came. Well they called themselves yuppies and came disguised as yuppies, but I knew better. I know what they really are; a [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
I was perfect, I realized. Not Messiah perfect, like Jesus, or even Buddha, but a close second.
It was because one day, as I was walking down the street, it suddenly occurred to me that I was genetically perfect. That is, I was as genetically perfect as any human had ever been, [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
It was a sunshiny day at ‘the place’ and the people were going ‘Ho-Ho-Ho’. They were going ‘Ho-Ho-Ho’ because they had outsmarted Batty. He was somewhere far away flying harmlessly through space.
They went about their daily business at work, school and home, assured in the fact that Batty no longer posed [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
He flew further than his little wings had ever flapped. They flapped until they felt they could flap no more. Flutter, flutter, flutter, flapped the wings of little Batty.
Until he flew so far that he came to where he had never been before; a completely different place. Here he glided to [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
Batty was flying through space with the newfound anticipation of fresh blood.
On his way to ‘the place’ however, he had to make a stop again at ‘the other place’, seeing as it was on the way. He wafted gently to the ground.
He met the strange bat again and they said their [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
Batty was flying through the darkness of space. Flutter, flutter, flutter.
He flew until he came to the other place. He glided gently on the light evening breeze and wafted to the ground. He could see that the people had been here, but were here no longer. He flew through the silent [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
I.
Ben was an amateur inventor. He invented things from basic concepts, hoping they would become popular.
One day he had a brain wave while watching an advertisement on television for the most famous brand of soft drink. He deduced that the popularity of the product rested solely on the name, rather than [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
I walked under the shade of the big baobab tree onto the porch of the Marula Hotel. At the entrance I stepped inside the reception room, and turned right towards the bar.
Here was a small crowd of locals, gathered in the bar as they did each day. In the corner sat [...]

von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
Sam had a knack for disappearing ever since he was a little boy. Whenever the chips were down Sam was nowhere to be found.
When they were little boys and had been naughty the teacher would let them line up for punishment, which was usually a hiding. Sam would pull his disappearing [...]