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I heard the slapping of his sandals first, then Josiah yelled, “Esther!”
It was dark outside, the deep of night. He must know our kids were sound asleep. Why on earth would he make such a ruckus? I wondered.
“Shhh, you are waking the kids,” I jumped up, holding out my hands towards Josiah as soon as he broke through the door.
“Esther, I saw the LORD.” He gasped and bend over, breathing hard.
“What Lord?” Did he drink again with his friends?
There was nothing special in a cold Chicagoland winter, it has always been like that. The only special in that particular year was, that it was that cold. Single digit temperatures and even negatives several days in a row. Everything was frozen, and I really mean, everything – the tree branches, the bushes, the little and even the big lakes. There was even a layer of ice on the roads because the salt didn’t work anymore, which make the humans grumpier that usual.
So, you could probably say it was a hard winter that year. The deer and the coyotes fought over the last warm spaces beneath the bushes and the hawks fought over the numerous squirrels that were still out there and were having fun with all the bird feeders in the area.
The following snippet details a small part of Malinka’s life before my (soon to be published) YA adult novel “Panther’s Head.”
The following re-telling of a fairy-tale-story was inspired by ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ – it comes in two parts, this is part 2. (You can find part 1 here)
Enjoy!
The following re-telling of a fairy-tale-story was inspired by ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ – it comes in two parts.
Enjoy!
RED CAP PREVENTION
Another catastrophe – Samuel stared at the newspaper in his hand. He shuddered. The front page exclaimed in black, bold letters, “Huge meteorite explosion resulting in ‘meteorite rain’ in Siberia, Russia”. Without noticing it he touched his head and the scar hidden under his scrubby hair. Continue reading “Red Cap Prevention – Part 1”
“A man opens his mail box … “, my grandfather starts in his story-telling voice. He sits on my bed waiting for me to slip under the covers. As soon as I lay there, he smiles one of his big smiles that I love so much, “Ready?”
I nod.
“Okay – So, Mr. M opens his mail box to find an envelope containing a set of instructions. He takes it, slowly turns around and trudges back up the five steps to the old wooden porch. He takes his time to sit down on the bench and laboriously opens the letter. The word INSTRUCTIONS screams from a white sheet. Nothing else. What? Continue reading “Another one of my Mail Box Stories …”
Sometimes, when I’m out shooting photos I come across places that intrigue my curiosity, my imagination.
I wonder about these places, … about
a forest and the animals that live in it,
a house and the people that own it,
a staircase, and those who climb it up …
Then, stories plop into my brain, characters evolve, and my imagination starts to come up with stories.
Sometimes I’m smart enough to write them down.
Bob Stromberg, an author and comedian calls these incidents ‘grabs’ and he taught me to interrogate them, write them down, and see if they make it into one of my stories or books.
While we strolled through the Old Town of San Jose on the beautiful island of Puerto Rico I shot a picture of this staircase and it became one of these places, and my ‘grab’ made it into the following story – The old staircase.
Enjoy!
This story is part of a story that I wrote as an assignment for a MOOC Class I took at University of IOWA.
The class was called, Power of the Pen: Identities and Social Issues in Fiction and Nonfiction. The classes are taught online and people from all over the world participate. This was the second time I participated, and again I learned a lot.
Here you can read the beginning of the story, Part 1, 2 and 3…
… (Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3, and Part 4)
This story is part of a story that I wrote as an assignment for a MOOC Class I took at University of IOWA.
The class was called, Power of the Pen: Identities and Social Issues in Fiction and Nonfiction. The classes are taught online and people from all over the world participate. This was the second time I participated, and again I learned a lot.
Here you can read the beginning of the story, Part 1, 2 and 3…
This story is part of a story that I wrote as an assignment for a MOOC Class I took at University of IOWA.
The class was called, Power of the Pen: Identities and Social Issues in Fiction and Nonfiction. The classes are taught online and people from all over the world participate. This was the second time I participated, and again I learned a lot.
Here you can read the beginning of the story, Part 1 and 2 …
… (Read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here)