V. H. Eberle
Bio
I have been a student of human nature since I can remember. I hope that you feel free to explore my findings in these short stories and articles. Perhaps you will learn far more about yourself and others.
Stories (39/0)
Soul Mate (Revised)
With an unusually high level of uncertainty she hesitated at the entrance to her father’s office. She looked and saw him working at his desk. He had been typing on his computer when she stopped at the door but now he was reviewing some notes he had on a yellow legal pad. He hadn’t seen her even though sitting at his desk he faced the door. She was in the shadow of the hallway. She was relieved. She felt like backing quietly away before he noticed her.
By V. H. Eberle2 years ago in Families
Soul Mate
With an unusually high level of uncertainty she hesitated at the entrance to her father’s office. She looked and saw him working at his desk. He had been typing on his computer when she stopped at the door but now he was reviewing some notes he had on a yellow legal pad. He hadn’t seen her even though sitting at his desk he faced the door. She was in the shadow of the hallway. She was relieved. She felt like backing quietly away before he noticed her.
By V. H. Eberle2 years ago in Humans
Ersatz Eggs
Ben Johnson sighed disappointedly as he saw the brownish orange hue illuminated by the early morning sun hanging in the sky. He missed the blue. He went into the kitchen and started to make some coffee. As it brewed he started a breakfast of fried eggs and toast. Moments later he heard the sounds of his wife stirring. She found him sitting in the kitchen nook. He was reading a paper while taking sips from his mug. Just to the right of him was a plate with the remains of his eggs.
By V. H. Eberle2 years ago in Fiction
Inside Out
Karen pushed through the barricade Charlie’s body posed at the door. She did not so much as force her way into his apartment as she was drawn by what she saw. Seeming to not hear Charlie’s protests she walked across the floor of his living room as in a trance. She walked directly to the roughly five by seven inch, predominately yellow oil painting. She looked it over carefully with a very critical eye.
By V. H. Eberle3 years ago in Fiction
Confession of Something Stupid
Dear Evan, For this part on leadership I am using a story which I like to call, Confession. Hope you enjoy. “I just don’t know about that,” replied Brad as he leaned back in his chair. Cushions tied to the black, wrought iron were surprisingly soft and comfortable.
By V. H. Eberle3 years ago in Confessions
True Cost of A Heart Shaped Locket
Doing his best to avoid the extremely thin and heavily stained mattress he sat quietly on the edge of the metal shelf which served as a bed. He was unsure of what the stains were but he knew they had to have been the remnants of various bodily fluids donated by the many, anonymous previous occupants of the eight by six foot cell. He thought that this jail had been around since before he was born and imagined the list of previous occupants was quite long. He had tried to just stand but gravity had gotten the better of him as his legs tired. He sat in the harsh light filtered by a metal grill over a dirty glass cover. He sat quietly with his arms folded across his stomach still holding his pants up. A guard had taken his belt along with his coat, hat, wallet, keys, and other possessions. They had given him soft slippers in place of his laced shoes. He sat there looking down at the slippers cringing from the thought of why as he listened to the faint sound of weeping in the distance.
By V. H. Eberle3 years ago in Criminal
A Funny Little Love Story
Devlin Bronte Rachele Bedford, Pennsylvania Tuesday, March 30, 2021 Dear Evan, Capitalists in this country benefit from border security, a Coast Guard, a highly trained standing military. There are various research and data collection agencies which provide information including demographics and solutions. There is a highly developed interstate highway and state roads which help with the transportation of supplies and raw materials to the Capitalist’s company and the transportation to the market. There are regulations so communications flow without jamming. There are federal, state, and local law and code enforcement agencies which recognize and protect private property. We have offices which keep and protect various records including proof of ownership. We have an aviation agency which keeps our airways organized and safe. We have agencies which work to ensure our food and drugs are safe. It should be noted that before the FDA came on the scene Meat Packing Companies had no problem packing what might have been meat in formaldehyde just to name one minor thing the FDA changed. There are public schools to educate the labor force not only to do math and be of a certain level of literacy but also to take care of themselves and help to maintain their health and ability to work. This education also helps to condition the labor force into accepting the reality presented by those on top. There are agencies and regulations to reduce the amount of accidents in home, at work, and on the road which besides saving lives and limbs, help to save capitalists billions. We have protectionist laws to give our capitalists an edge over foreigners who wish to sell their products within our borders. We have a judiciary to help with disagreements and determine culpability and remedies of infractions. We have institutions for criminals and those needing special assistance. We have standardized weights and measures and regulations which help to make banking safe and encourage deposits. There is a system of accreditation so people can expect a certain level of professionalism in fields where it is needed. There are environmental agencies which protect our environment which aids in maintaining our own health and wellbeing as well as giving renewable resources a chance to replenish themselves so they are available for future harvests and profit potentials. All of this and so much more are Socialist Programs. If they didn’t exist we would have to do all of this and so much more ourselves.
By V. H. Eberle3 years ago in The Swamp
Equation
“I am so glad you could meet me for dinner.” Jon had just sat down and was busy getting himself comfortable while looking around the dimly lit, dark brown wood finished dining room of the Italian Villa Restaurant. Once he was in the zone he answered his sister, Angie in a cheery tone, “Thanks for inviting me.” He paused but before she could answer he continued, “It has been some time since I have been here. Place doesn’t seem to have changed much.”
By V. H. Eberle3 years ago in Humans