A sliver of natural luminescence slipped between handsewn curtains and glinted off the pearl black coat of a cat. The undersized feline hopped up from the window sill onto a ponderous oak desk, the most prominent feature of the quaint bedroom. The animal stalked past a Vive la France! mug bristling with writing implements; a … Continue reading Inky Paws
Sitting cross-legged on firm went sand, 11-year-old Makayla balanced on her knee an open notebook, thick and repeatedly rebound with leather thongs, and gently scribbled on a fresh page with an extremely short, dirt-stained pencil. She wrote: I didn't write the last six days but I had a good reason. A huge storm hit the … Continue reading Log on the Beach
Riding a rusty hand-me-down bicycle, Danny Holt coasted leisurely home from Rosewood Elementary along a wide path of uneven asphalt with his friends Ashton and Eddy. Scantly watching the road, he fixed his attention on the telephone lines drooping above a long stretch of crooked, weathered fences to his right as he pedaled lightly. A … Continue reading Wolfish Karma
Some of you might recall the wild short story you helped me write: "Nana Ana's Secret Hideout." In the making of it, I asked you for suggestions similar to those commonly requested by improv comedians during live performances (e.g. animals, locations, favorite bumper sticker quotes) and you offered incredible answers (again, thank you!). I took … Continue reading Further Adventures of Nana Ana
Today I'll tell a personal story (I get much writing inspiration from my relationships with family so it's important to me to remember and/or record favorite things). This story came up in a conversation earlier this week and it made me chuckle. Storytime! One December about 5 years ago, we grown kids set about … Continue reading Sneaky Santa
My former book castle had been a university library in Miami and unfortunately, as I graduated early in August, I was temporarily without a literary home base between then and the first week of September. That week, I tagged along with Anton to the Orlando Public Library and, goodness, the lonely books were calling out … Continue reading Favorite Literary Things
Pistol and attention transfixed upon his traitorous former partner, Neutrino descended the steps a safe distance from where superhero Waveform jogged in the opposite direction, boots ringing on metal, toward the control room exit. Volkow paid little heed to the weapon trained on him; instead he busied himself reading a lengthy caution poster on the nearest … Continue reading Evil’s Dilemma
"Wait!" Eric jumped between the supervillains, his hands stretched toward the one with the pistol. "Just---wait." At the top of the steps, Neutrino sneered at the costumed hero 'Waveform' between him and his target. "Don't you ever get tired of being the only one who cares?" "Of course not." Dr. Volkow clapped Eric on the … Continue reading Evil’s Trap
Down on one knee, Dr. Volkow lifted the oddly shaped lid straight up, gingerly, without scraping the insides of the device. He studied the machine's guts for a moment -- skeletal wiring, bright metal, bitter colors -- and a light akin glee touched his eyes. He threw his head back with a bark of a … Continue reading Evil’s Gesture
On April 1st, I randomly selected 3 of your suggestions to give our scene a direction: Location: Under a bridge Inanimate object: Pocket watch Advice your mother/grandmother once gave you: Don't let anyone tell you that you can't do something. And then yesterday, I wrote it (had a proper write-a-thon). All of your suggestions are in bold to make … Continue reading The Story We Wrote Together
Duri Rolvsson 