Writing by Brook Warner Jensen

Category «Tales Round the Table» :

The Man Who Saw Murder

Writing, as they say, is the act of rewriting. Few stories can capture the masses on the first try, and it is only through an endless series of scrutinizing edits and reviews that one can slowly, one letter at a time, direct a story on the path to perfection. These ...

The Storyteller

We met at the bar just outside my flat.

He was old, definitely very old; I remember that for certain. Not just his skin or his complexion, but very much in the eyes as they seemed... worn. Before we even spoke I knew there was something distinguishing about him, that ...

The Man who Built a Castle

Today I begin with a grave confession. These tales I've shared around the table, these parables of love, hate, and loss are fabrications. They're harvested, constructed, manufactured, advertised, and sold by my mind. They're simple wordcraft performed on a grain of truth lost in a beach of ...

The Man who said "Achoo!"

Have I ever told you the story of the man who said "Achoo!" No? Well then listen close, for it's not a story to be taken lightly.

It begins with a poet who, like us, lived in Southern Ontario. He was a professional in his field, a master of ...

The Man With No Name

Gather round, gather round for today I have a story. I warn you though, it is not a tale of demons and blights, gems and plights, or heroes and tights. This is the simple story of the man with no name.

How can a man have no name? Believe me ...