KaBooM62's Story Time

Means by Karen Bremer Masuda I consider myself a very reasonable person. The things you need to make a relationship which is fallible, yet resilient, are all so clear. The things that make us happy are all different, but it is so obvious to me what should work, and so frustrating that it doesn’t.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thirty Five Years Later… ‘No, you can’t go.’ There was no way I was going to let her go. ‘But Ma-um, it’s just a party!’ She was on the verge of wailing. I took a deep breath, keeping my cool the best I could. ‘When is this party?’ ‘Saturday night.’ She looked hopeful. ‘OK, Erika, you can go,’ I... Sign in to see full entry.

The Groundings by Karen Bremer Masuda ‘Jeanette Peterson, You are as of now grounded for two weeks. You will come straight home from school and not go anywhere for two weeks.’ Mom was angry, but so was I. ‘We only walked the train tracks out of town.’ If she only knew the trouble I’d kept us from,... Sign in to see full entry.

A Boy and His Mother, Forever by Karen Bremer Masuda When he would walk in the door, home from school it was a fact that she would be there, welcoming him with a smile and something to eat. Akiko was there when Yukiihiko needed her the most, not later when he was older, but then and there, when he... Sign in to see full entry.

Tunnel Vision by Karen Bremer Masuda ‘ Yaru ki arunoka?’ The booming voice of the karate instructor shook me to my bones. The words weren’t even meant for me they were meant for Tatsuo who must have been able to feel his breath as close as he was. They were in the middle of the gym and I was... Sign in to see full entry.

Outstanding by Karen Bremer Masuda The pavement under Wada’s feet was hot. Hot as hell, the hell that his whole life had become. It was his last straw. He was meant to be here, walking this hot path to the school of his childhood, the meat cleaver handle smooth in his hand. He had never felt so at... Sign in to see full entry.

A Field in the Evening by Karen Bremer Masuda The two men were acutely aware of one another, although neither even knew the other’s name. To Akira, Takeshi was one of those homeless guys. But he looked pretty good for a homeless guy, not even scruffy or un-bathed. Takeshi was just one of those guys... Sign in to see full entry.

Woven Stories by Karen Bremer Masuda Tanabe stared, as did every other person on the fifteenth floor in that office of the Tokugawa Building. It was not only the men who could not peel their eyeballs away from that striking creature at the entrance, but also the women found it difficult to avert... Sign in to see full entry.

Three Points of a Triangle by Karen Bremer Masuda Running to the elevator in the freezing cold morning felt like punishment. But having forgotten her cell phone in the car she had no choice but to go down and get it. Oh why did they live on the eleventh floor!? Never mind, she would be back in the... Sign in to see full entry.

FAST TRAIN SLOW TRAIN He walked slowly as was his habit talking to things like rocks and dead leaves along the way. If anyone were to call his name it would take three or four tries to catch his attention. His Mother always got scolded over him, “I said ‘good morning’ three times and he still didn’t... Sign in to see full entry.