Max Anthony Sphere Is My Brother — Part 1

John looked out of the window into the semi-darkness. Sheepish beads of rain congregated dutifully in tidy corral-like arrangements; some would be stock still (though glinting seductively), and, in other places, mad dashes for freedom could be observed–but huddling together seemed to be the unconscious desire of the masses.

The short stories have been moved to a password protected page.



  1. Great introduction to these rather deep characters. John appears to love living a life of negativity. His lovely Giselle it seems, continues past his biting comments and has him in the proper place – a prop. And, now the illusive brother – interesting reaction he’s giving us to this visit.


  2. Mary, a big thank you for finding your way back to the start.

    Perhaps the brother doesn’t exist and is simply a metaphor for a conflicted elevator mechanic with twin personalities! One thing is certain, Giselle bears the brunt of his whirling madness.


  3. So intrigued was I by your writing, I have found my way back to the start as well. I foresee a weekend of Prospero’s Island ahead. Confession: when I need writing inspiration, I often drop by. Being a memoirst, I am always interested in the person behind the words, the eye that caught an image. Your blog reveals a lot of your talent, but so far, Prospero himself remains much of a mystery. Maybe I haven’t read far enough…


    • Jolene, you renew my faith in the proposition that for every writer there must be a reader (of course this is usually the writer himself, but occasionally there is the chance that other wayward souls (typically portrayed by the sensitive yet gossipy artist as mythic creatures with the oriflamme of fiery red hair) share in the pleasure–and it is always magic when such a peccadillo in the universe’s otherwise sunny personality makes an arresting appearance.


  4. An almost delicious chunk of words. Very nice indeed sir. *nods*

    Are the short stories still password protected?

    – esme upon the Cloud

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  5. Esme,

    I’ve checked. The page you refer to no longer exists.

    Literary magazines don’t like to read prose, scintillating or not, that’s been paraded (shamefully, I suppose) on a personal web page. The literary gods want virginal material.

    Therefore, it’s a slow process to get stories out. This is when bribery really comes in handy.

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    • Ah yes. I only found this out after posting a good year and a half’s worth of penning on WP. It’s an outrage! Hardly anyone even visits my log let alone reads the fiction! Hahahaha. True mind you. I find it a poor rule to have in place, it denies writers the incredibly useful (at times) smattering of public feedback which might make the difference between a piece that is good or excellent.

      – esme liking the bribery angle upon the Cloud

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      • I haven’t yet had the chance to peruse your blog, but plan on doing so, hopefully before I’m awarded the Man Booker Prize for novelistic intent, which should be any day now, in which case I’ll be busy with multiple book offers, television interviews, et cetera.

        Writing, I’m afraid, is a very lonely business.

        But clouds, channeling Wordsworth, do not seem to be all that gregarious–they are lonely critters, prone to wandering.

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      • Thank you *smiles*. Sometimes less is more *nods looking relatively wise*. I was a hermit for a while on WP, these days I do poke my head out a bit more. Just a bit mind.

        ‘Novelistic intent’ – Hahahahaha.

        – esme of Cloud fame.

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