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 (75/0)
Mother, update from your son
Last October, mother, you left me for your heavenly rewards. I am sorry I was not with you in the final hours. We placed your ashes in the Ocean where one of your brothers can visit. I hope your spirit soared all the back to your beloved Thames River in England.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Families
Agony & Grace
When I was six years old, orange became my favourite colour, and it is to this very day. Despite recent events in Canada, I waited for over six months after my mother's death to share the most horrifying secrets of my heart and dreams. It would take a lifetime before I truly realized how important it would become to Canada as a nation. My prayer is in sharing certain circumstances and thoughts; I might help some Canadians understand our Indigenous peoples' plight. Canadians might better understand the long-lasting effects that are caused by stealing the innocence of childhood. Not just on a person, but on people as a whole, and how it eventually can tear at a nation's soul.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Psyche
SHATTERED the Titanic Affair
Mr. Barry J. Whyte stood at the edge of the entrance to the hospital ward; he carried a small briefcase. Inside the briefcase was a special letter from the US Secretary of the War, Mr. Henry L. Stimson, that gave him special powers in his investigation. He looked around for a moment until he saw a familiar face approach.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Fiction
How to Survive in a World of Mortals and Mayhem
In the eons of time and space, many say all things are not only possible but expected and maybe foreseen. I am Captain Wayne Wainwright of the 2nd Regiment of the York Militia; I was born in 1765. I was born the seventh son of a seventh son. The first time I died was at the Battle of Queenstown on October 13th, 1812. I have lived many secret lives and some not so secret amongst the morals. This is my story and maybe the story of other immortals as well. Read the lessons I list in this volume and take them to heart.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Fiction
Four Frightening Whispers of 2022
He slowly stepped out of his house. He looked back and wondered if he would ever stumble on those cement stairs again. He slowly moved down the road, unsure where he would make the final decision. He waved politely at a neighbour’s car as it passed.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Psyche
Critical Survival Guide for Immortal Humans
Please find a quiet corner and read this manual before proceeding into your new life. YES, you died. No, you are not a ghost or spirit or one of the undead. In a broad sense, you are very much alive. You are also not alone. From time to time, you will encounter others like you.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Horror
Das Fever of Dachau
The major spoke up, saying one word, “Prokhorovka!” “YES!” he replied very loudly, surprising everyone and having the guard behind him start to pull his club, expecting the young man to lunge at the officer. “Yes,” he said once more in a lower tone. “We were supposed to surprise and overtake the Russians, but so many tanks, anti-tank guns, rockets. “ The half-track, I was knocked over by an exploding shell. “
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Fiction
