Category: Alan T. Doran’s Journal

This journal represents Nick’s alter ego, the creative writer and adventurer Alan T. Doran. There are no limits as to what Mr. Doran will share with you all

Three of Me and Me

The ceiling fan blows the medals he has hanging off his dresser in his childhood bedroom. It’s the only sound in his entire house. Everyone is off at work. Mark is alone, he took the day off from work, a sick day. He felt sick. Its summer but he is cold, his old college track sweatshirt now two sizes too… Read more →

The Festival

She dripped with sweat, eyes closed, flinging hair Whipped my shoulder, my face She was close Rolling hard, with her friends Gypsy women, all of them, not the free lovers, flower girls These women were different, no motive, milking the system Entitled to the world but living no real life Her moves imitative, of what, I didn’t know She did… Read more →

Official Book Release – The Lost and the Loyal

Four years ago I spent the summer writing a story with no experience in writing fiction and just pure emotion fueling my ambitions. I shelfed this story numerous times over two years until finally, I brought it to The Gettysburg Review where the brilliant minds of John Mauk, Lee K Abbott, and many others gave me inspirational advice, edits, tips,… Read more →

The Sheep of Serapis

They called it the Global Communication Initiative, and we all bought into it. I was recruited right out of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and was spoon fed this concept of unified thought and information. I would be developing a machine that would change the world for the better. That’s what they told me 30 years ago. Now, I sit… Read more →

The Shell

I am a shell Unique and colorful But only on the outside to those quick glancing eyes I seem tough and hard but really I am fragile I am hollow in the middle Life once filled me but that’s long gone now I’ve been tossed in rough tides, molded and shaped, worn down and chipped Once sharp and rough edges… Read more →

Il Porcellino

Not so long ago there was a young writer named Matteo studying in Florence Italy. Every morning during his spring semester he would go to Café Bigallo and write in his journal before class. During the summer session, when all the students in his program returned home Matteo remained in Florence to intern at a local paper. Matteo did not… Read more →

The Hole

Flash fiction using a writing technique I learned from a “how to get your short story and thoughts flowing” book.  See if you can find the message. The Hole   We sat close to one another, and it was difficult not to feel the approaching death. In a small hole I sat with Mitya, a friend of mine from school, and… Read more →

A Private Investigation

Mrs. Amoroso decanted the 1984 Brunello di Montalcino, a fine wine fit only for special occasions. It was late at night but she was wide awake. Her make-up done perfectly and her dark brown hair curled over her petite shoulders. She wore a silk evening coat, tied firmly around her waist, and modest slippers. Her only piece of jewelry was… Read more →