The First Sentences Matter
I wonder how many other writers have had this experience. Two of the last sentences I wrote before publishing Shadows from The Sun were the…
Articles by John Gargrave
A Story Foreshadowed In Those Stares
As a Native work crew pans for gold In the heart of British Columbia, their rage has been brewing far longer than a summer’s…
Double Standards
Double Standards Andrea Mullery felt lost in the city, a woman alone and with a problem. From early morning she had wandered the sidewalks of…
An Honorable Discharge
An Honorable Discharge The red phone rang from across the room and Tony Kingsman hurried to answer it. Every call was treated with the same…
Art and Craft
Art and Craft It was one of those fresh-scrubbed mornings, the kind that rises when you least expect it and dares you to wake up…
The Bar Dalliance
The Bar Dalliance The night is a bitter remnant of winter, a season in Buffalo that seems to stretch right into the following autumn. The…
Sirens Of The Harbor
Sirens Of The Harbor His arms could not be ignored. They swung forward like a challenge to tighten in the hard light of his desk….
The Night Watch
The Night Watch The basement hallway echoed like a crypt as Paul Edwards descended the stairs and dropped his suitcase at the door. He bent…
The Road Scholar
The Road Scholar Bobby rolled in the blanket without opening his eyes. His feet were still warm, and his head didn’t ache too much. Not…
Undue Reason
Undue Reason “I don’t believe it, Brian. Aren’t you ready yet?” Rheta Lyon smiled to see the back of her husband’s head sink slightly into…