Fiction Stories
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…
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…
The Last Goodbye
I wrote this story just after my dad passed away. I continue to miss him. It was a typical autumn morning when…
Through the Seasons
Maya sat by the window, staring out at the rain tapping rhythmically against the glass. Her thoughts drifted, as they often did,…
Echoes of the Deep
The first time the sound was heard, most of the townspeople dismissed it. The wind, they thought, or perhaps a large cargo…
The Last Leaf on Maple Street
Edith Miller sat by the large bay window in her living room, her hands cradling a warm cup of tea. Outside, the…
I Don’t Know Why
When I set up this website, I thought I had a particular direction I wanted to chase with it, and subsequently ended…
Not a Word
So much time passed;Not a word between us;Living close by, but never seen;No letters, no calls;Not a word between us; We live…
My Dad – A poem Written by John Derossett
I miss you much,The memories are my only companion,I did not become what you wanted me to be,I regret, as I clasp…