Bruce Curle `
Bio
A Fifty something male that enjoys writing short stories, scripts and poetry. I have had many different types of work over my lifetime and consider myself fairly open minded and able to speak on many topics.
Stories (78/0)
This is the Prayer & Confession
Today, September 3rd, 2023, was a day of change in our home. I watched my adult son borrow my old truck to move more of his things to his first home, which will be entirely his own. Suddenly, the lyrics of Harry Chapin's song "Cats and the Cradle and the Silver Spoon" came to mind.
By Bruce Curle `8 months ago in Confessions
Twelve Minutes to Moscow
The Business was proving difficult as the Russian / Ukrainian conflict continued. Everyone was surprised at how well the Ukrainian military fought the Russians to a standstill and forced the mighty Russian army to flee in a panic. However, Stanley's Business suffered greatly, and he had successfully imported specialty vodka and other spirits from Eastern Europe. Sanctions had hurt the importance of the goods that came from Russia. Worse, some of his long-time clients wanted to avoid doing business with him if any goods came from Russia.
By Bruce Curle `11 months ago in Fiction
Last Cargo Flight from Berlin
Hauptmann Eric Manne watched as the Junker aircraft lifted into the evening sky. Across from him, co-piloting this desperate flight, was Major Dietrich. A lifetime ago, Major Dietrich was one of Furhrer's pilots. The two watched Berlin burn through the windows as they slowly gained altitude. The plane rattled as flank fire struck a short distance from their aircraft.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Fiction
My Rear View
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I smiled into the rearview mirror at the Corporal, quickly returning my attention to highway driving. It is 2023, late March, and my thoughts are on future car rallies, show and shine events and many car-related ideas.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Fiction
Mirror, oh Mirror on my Wall
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. As I write this, I wish I could tell you that this is the first time this has happened. Unfortunately, it happens all the time. The mirror seems to show more of a reflection of who I was or maybe who I should have been. As you read this, I realize this is sounding more and more confusing. Let me first say, to my knowledge, I do not have a mental illiness, though I have had concussion-related trauma since my auto accident in early 2021.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Fiction