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And the third !
I am happy to announce, that my third short story is published. The love story “Life is Pretty Pink” is my first take on romance and is now published in another brand new Writing Journey Anthology. Twelve authors from my local writers group have compiled their stories and poems about love and the ties that bind.
Happy New Year Everyone!
With the new year comes great news: Another one of my short stories is published. My speculative sci-fi fiction short story “Lost on the South Lawn” is now published in a brand new Writing Journey Anthology. This time sixteen authors from my local writers group have compiled their stories and poems, all centered around hope.
Continue reading “New! Short Story Published!”
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!
They say if you sit in front of your computer staring at an empty screen and you don’t know what to write, find a prompt and start writing – something, anything. The following story is a result of such an exercise. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Chess Dance
“We did it!” Shelley whispers, “Nice ice! What a beauty!” She admires the diamond necklace we just freed from its vitreous jail. The stones sparkle in the moonlight that shines through the roof window, as she turns it in her hand. Although it’s a full moon tonight I can hardly see her and Cloe down here. Our deep black clothes are the perfect cover.
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…