Echoes of the Deep
The first time the sound was heard, most of the townspeople dismissed it. The wind,…
The Last Leaf on Maple Street
Edith Miller sat by the large bay window in her living room, her hands cradling…
Mom – My Shining Star
A gentle heart, so full of grace,With every smile, a warm embrace.Her hands have held…
I Don’t Know Why
When I set up this website, I thought I had a particular direction I wanted…
Not a Word
So much time passed;Not a word between us;Living close by, but never seen;No letters, no…
The Light in the Upstairs Window
The Light in the Upstairs Window is An original short story for JohnDeRossett.com The light in the upstairs window had been burning for thirty-seven years. At least, that's what the people in Mill Creek said. Every evening, shortly before sunset,…
The Last Letter from Willow Creek
The Last Letter from Willow Creek is An Original Short Story by John DeRossett The letter arrived on a Tuesday, thirty-seven years after it had been written. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the envelope. It was yellowed around the…
Echoes of the Black Mist
The small town of Grayfell was a place where nothing ever happened. Tucked away in the crook of misty hills, it was a haven for retirees and hermits, a sanctuary for those seeking solace from the noise of the world.…
In Times Embrace
For My Dad - in Loving Memory of Johnny E. Derossett In quiet shadows, by his side,My father lay as memories cried,A decade lost in bitter strain,But love, like rivers, rose again. I held his hand, so frail and cold,Reclaiming…
Echoes of the Black Mist
The small town of Grayfell was a place where nothing ever happened. Tucked away in…
In Times Embrace
For My Dad - in Loving Memory of Johnny E. Derossett In quiet shadows, by…
The Last Goodbye
I wrote this story just after my dad passed away. I continue to miss him.…