The Chimes at Midnight

By Bud Koenemund (With apologies to Margaret Wise Brown) Dedicated to those who would not look past their own wallet In a great white house ...

By Bud Koenemund Here's a little lesson I taught at physical therapy yesterday. A few therapists and patients were discussing the woe...

By Bud Koenemund I think about you every day. And, miss you all over again.

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story    He started, sensing a presence behind him.   “There aren’t many people who can sneak up on me,” he refl...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story Inspired by Christina Alvarado    He’s always there. Always following. Steadily gaining ground. Inexorably...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For M.    Michelle had a boyfriend she loved. But – from time to time – she needed to see Brian. He wasn’t...

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For Lindsay.    “My boyfriend is in the other room,” she rasped, as his right hand slipped under her skirt...

Dear Santa;   I know it's a bit late in the game (it being less than a week before Christmas and all), but I'd like to change my wis...

By Bud Koenemund For Tahni Thoughts of you persist; Impure desires o’erwhelm, yet I remain mute.

By Bud Koenemund A 100 Word Story For "Her."    His eyes were drawn to her instantly. Like a firefly in the dark, she was a brilli...