Dan Ryan's SmallStories

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The Shanghai Redundancy—A Small Film Treatment

A Swedish friend of mine in Shanghai asked me to write a treatment for a short film he wants to make. This strange, disconnected story is what I came up with. Maybe there is the premise, minus the obvious violence, for a good TV series in here. Who knows? The Giants game was on TV. [...]

The Gentleman At The Back Door—A Small Gothic

  “Mistah Kurtz—He dead. But don’t bury him too deep; he get mad.” I had to give a presentation in the morning, but it was 1 a.m. and it still wasn’t finished. But I was so damned tired that I couldn’t think straight. So I figured I would hit the rack for five hours, and [...]

Red City—A Small Love Story

‘Red City’ is a strange visual love story I designed and composed many years ago when I lived in Japan. It is about longing and breaking free of constraints. I hope you enjoy it. The introductory video is by my friend Vincent Corlaix and is a first attempt at animating my story.

Henry’s Jug Of The Last—A Small Goodbye

(dedicated to Ralph H.) Henry said he was giving it all up for a very good woman, whom he had only met six months ago. He said he had to for her, and that the long nights and cement-nail hangovers were killing him anyway. But it made perfect sense to all of us that he [...]

The Pen—A Small Caper

I wasn’t expecting the bright glint of steel when I shined my desk lamp into the bottom of a file cabinet drawer. I was getting rid of the desk, and I thought I had cleaned out the file cabinet side last week But there the damn thing was. And I have to admit it spooked [...]

Kamiya Bar—A Small Story

The old timers had been going there for over one hundred years, and I was finally back after more than twenty. It was Kamiya Bar, in the Asakusa part of Tokyo, and it was the oldest western-style bar in the city. Western as in high ceilings, with wood-veneer wall panels, chrome light fixtures and those [...]

SmallStories–An Introduction

I have wanted to do this for a long time. If I had started trying to be a writer of fiction twenty years ago, I would have failed because I did not have the experiences I believe one needs from life to tell a good story. At least not the kind of stories I want [...]