A Fall of Sparrows- Paul J. Bennett pjbenn1972@gmail.com

From chips and shards, in idle times, I made these stories, shaped these rhymes; May they engage some friendly tongue When I am past the reach of song. -Byron Herbert Reece

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Tuesday, June 24, 2025

The Clarity of Starlight

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    My footsteps echoed down the empty hallways and, as if the very sounds themselves knew the layout of the house, crept around each doorwa...
Monday, June 27, 2022

Independence Day

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                                            Drawing by Martin-Lyn     An olive-toned hand, the right third finger adorned by her grandmother...
Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Angels On Our Shoulders

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     The sergeant had moved swiftly up the dusty Okinawa road half at a jog and half at a sprint as the ominous black clouds drew nearer. He...
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Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Easter on Okinawa

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     It had always seemed a little sacrilegious to commence an invasion on Easter morning, the marine sergeant mused as his boots kicked up ...
Tuesday, February 8, 2022

There’s always a Carpenter- A Valentine’s Story

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     Valentine’s Day had arrived as it did every year, but with each successive holiday the day seemed to carry less relevance to the young ...
Thursday, December 23, 2021

Let This Be Your Last Battle- A Christmas Story

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     The rich, dark tones of the slice of pecan pie contrasted sharply against the background of the white porcelain dessert plate. Pecan ha...
Friday, November 19, 2021

What Remains Unseen- A Thanksgiving Story

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     The young woman eased back in her high-back chair as she surveyed with satisfaction the scene in front of her. The Thanksgiving table h...
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A Fall of Sparrows
I'm originally from Southern Georgia and the influences for many of my stories come from my experiences there. I write these brief stories to shine a little light in a dark world and to celebrate simpler times and the beauty of human emotion.
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