Working on participating weekly in a flash fiction forum – 99 word stories, based on a prompt. No more, no less. This is my first one! See the group here: Carrot Ranch When he stopped replying to my messages… it was a sign. When he left without a trace, it was a sign. When he didn’t skulk back and wish me a happy Holiday, new years, or birthday – it was a sign. When he didn’t get upset I ignored his birthday, also a sign. And when he didn’t show up to our long ago planned Valentines Day private party… Read More »A Sign
It’s more of a vague ephemeral label, really. Reality, that is. But to be honest, it’s not entirely my fault people think I’m nuts. When I got tapped for the job as the Truth Seeker / Fact Finder / Mystery Solver, it came with the tools.
A tiny excerpt for a thing I put forth to a magazine. “So, we focused on finding the way to go through time – to go backwards, to change the path of history enough, to save humanity. To not end up here, again. And if we did get through, we would be the first. It was going to be like jumping off a cliff, and hoping for wings to sprout en-route to the fast approaching ground. We all were going to have to jump. At a certain point, there would be no time left to leave, and those that could… Read More »A little excerpt about time travel to save humanity.
Following, an expert from an essay about hands…. my hands and all the things they do, feel touch, express, and so on. In progress, no editing. Later, my hands delved in to making jewellery. Learning to use hand tools. Slowly, learning to saw with precision a straight line, or carefully a shape from metals, never straying from the line – years of practice and dexterity to do so. Building slowly, the muscle memory to do so with precision. Holding pliers – griping tightly, and maneuvering with dexterity to accomplish tasks. The light but strong touch of holding a torch, brushing… Read More »Hands [working title]
An excerpt, from something I started yesterday, after thinking about “not having a firm grip on reality’. The first time I found there, it wasn’t on purpose. I was sleeping (presumably) and in that shifted time-space, when the realities of awake and dreaming blend ever so close together, the veil but a flimsy sheer wisp of a sheer curtain… I felt him. Felt him like the hair raising up on your arm tingly neck crawling somethings about to eat me sensation… I felt the consciousness of this other. Instantly, I understood he sensed me first, and that’s what alerted me.… Read More »Shifted Hunter [working title]
Excerpt from a draft I’m working on – short story. completely unedited from when it seeped from my brain. I’m not like the other kids here, I don’t fit in. Some days, I want to be normal, and fade in to the background where they don’t notice me, but mostly I just can’t. It’s not who I am. I guess. But when your so called parents gift with a name like Justice, you’re a target for life. The mean kids can’t help themselves, with the bullying. The verbal abuse never stops, and the physical beatings hardly ever take a break.… Read More »Justice & the sidekick [working title]
It’s been a very long road recovering my hand injury in 2015. It’s at a point where I have less than optimal strength in my hand, which makes working in the studio challenging. And then there’s the pain. Not to mention the relearning of muscle memory…. So while I have been anxious to get back in there, and work hard to get back to being me and creating again – life has a way of turning things upside down. Again. And again, And again. The latest part of the saga being that while I desire to do it – I… Read More »Jewellery Hiatus & Writing Instead.
It’s official – I entered my first writing competition. It was for a Flash Fiction (max 650 words) on “Why I Choose To Hibernate”, Hosted by the BC Writers association.
Naturally, mine is quite Science Fiction… but not so far out there that it’s hard to imagine as real.
Here’s another tiny excerpt from my final story, titled “Hiber Nation”