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Concerning life and light, death and miracles

I woke up in a dimly lit room. I was amazed to be alive! M was there. He touched my face and kissed me. “She’s awake,” a nurse said, and added, “she’s too cold.” Another nurse placed a pre-heated blanket on my stomach under the quilt. A little later the first nurse...

‘In my next life, I want to be a cat’

‘In my next life, I want to be a cat.’ Charles Bukowski, On cats I knew I had more lives left. So when the moment came, I knew what my choice would be. ‘In my next life, I want to be a cat’ were my last words on Earth as a human. If you say it at the right time the...

Short Elegy for Anafi

  The wind strikes the hillsides mercilessly and all the boats at the tiny port resemble carved pebbles. Late in the afternoon, a steep road pushes the travelers towards Chora, and as the sun sets behind the village, one can only see an outline: electricity...

The Instagram #StorytellerCircle

Each week, on Mondays, we challenge our Instagram community with a story prompt. Here is how it works:

We select a photo from our #wearegrryo hashtag and post it to the @wearegrryo account.
You can add a story in 1-2 sentences in the comments. The best gets a feature here on our website.

Good Luck!

The Storytellers Vol. 13

. . . she took my hand and said Peter Pan had it got it right and that on this trip we were going to adventure and find magic.

The Storytellers Vol. 12

To all the clowns out there, please do not take offence by what I am about to say, you see, looking at you makes me sad, not happy at all . . .

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Tango

One two three four Cross Six seven eight. Balance, lean, follow, Be aware, Corazón y alma, Relax, and keep the tension. Open the door, Walk, walk, walk, It's all coming back; Two three four; In a new way; A new way; Listen to the rhythm, Sense the beauty, Feel the...

Rugged Beauty in Fez’s Medina

“Now, we are Fez!” Mohammed, our driver, announced in his broken English. I sat up, bolt upright, shut my laptop and looked out the window. Something about the air in Fez gave off a sense of rawness that was so characteristic of Morocco herself. But if the streets of...

Empty Seats

What you are about to read are disparate and fictional short stories I have written to coincide with images that are part of a series of photographs of mine entitled “Empty Seats”. The series embraces the enigma of everyday objects that are specifically created by and...

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