The title pretty much tells it all. Stanley Wilson, my father, has been writing pretty much all my life, which is probably where I got the bug from. But more to the point, last year he decided to start putting together all of his microscopic short stories (2-4 paragraphs) in what can only be described as the oddest bathroom reader I could imagine. He’s a funny (odd?) guy, and if you’re interested in gambling on a book (or even Vol. 2, which will grace the online shelves sometime in 2013), then I’d encourage you to give it a look. His stories have a way of “driving” the meaning of a word home if you catch my drift. The book is titled “Wordories: A place where a word meets a story,” and you can find it on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
[Image I stole from my friend, eschipul]