Steve Moran
Bio
I am a musician, actor, author, clown, artist and scientist. The whole world is my playground.
The written word is thinking made visible. When you read my stories you enter my mind. Please feel free to wander around in there!
Stories (16/0)
Blue diving
A leaping of faith Longing for colour's embrace Immersed in blue
By Steve Moranabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Diary
Dear Diary Tuesday November 22nd Woke up at 7.31. Got up, washed, dressed, and crossed the day off the calendar. Came downstairs and ate breakfast. Went for a walk. When I came back there was a package addressed to me on my doorstep. What a surprise! I took it into the house and opened it. Inside were seven envelopes. On each one was written a day of the week. I put them all neatly on the living room table and opened the envelope labelled ‘Tuesday,’ because that was the day I’d crossed off the calendar. That meant it must be today.
By Steve Moranabout a year ago in Fiction
Box of Secrets
Box of Secrets When I looked out of the window it was there. A brown paper package in the porch. I ran down the stairs, opened the door, picked it up and gently shook it. I could feel something moving around inside. So I brought it into the house and carefully placed it on the table in my craft room, where I have the tools to cut it open. It would look out of place in my living room, with its carefully chosen ornaments and décor.
By Steve Moranabout a year ago in Fiction
A Frozen Talent
The only time I’m ever alone is when I go to the bathroom, and that’s only since I turned fourteen. Before that, Mary Poppins always sat in there with me, with her face turned away. When I had a bath or a shower or – anything else, she was always present, but not any longer. She does sit outside the door, though, and listen.
By Steve Moran3 years ago in Fiction
Blue and Green
The first time I saw you was at the birthday party of a mutual friend. I couldn’t stop looking at you. I’d never seen a redhead with one blue eye and one green eye, and such white skin. I was captivated. As a visual artist your natural colouring was fascinating to me, so it was only subsequent to that discovery that I noticed how beautiful you were.
By Steve Moran3 years ago in Fiction
