In the beginning, there was Chaos and she was a child of darkness. She relished the lack of light, dancing around on her infinite toes to the music of blackness.
And then there was light.
She shrank from its sharpness, withdrawing from its painful burning brightness.
I was cleaning out some old boxes of documents and found this snippet. It is a fictionalized account of the day of my miscarriage. It needs some work, but I think it has potential as the kernel of a horror story (which is where I think I was going with it). What do you think?…
I just found this little story idea from a dream I had in February 1998. It’s a ghost story about a spirit who feeds off the fear and adrenaline given off by people who are risk takers. He, in life, was a risk taker and died in his early 30s from one of his risk…
Back in 2003, I wrote this little snippet. “Have you ever just looked at the sky and contemplated it’s blueness? I have many times, in fact. I just lie there on the grass, feeling the coolness against my back and look at the sky. You know, sometimes I dream that I’m a bird and can…
I came up with this while walking to the Metro station from work. “Stop that, Vermilion. You are digging your claws into my shoulder.” The small dragon shifted its weight, again, upon April’s shoulders. She dipped her tiny head toward April’s ear and made a soft, friendly hissing sound. “That’s OK,” April said. “I know…
Remember that short story I mentioned my teacher lost? Well, it keeps calling to me to write it again. Here’s a short scene I did for that project on July 23, 1999. “There he is again, that stinky old man,” she thought as she walked past the bus stop on the way to school. “He…
My mother and I went to the Getty Museum in Los Angeles in 1995. This scene was taken from a glimpse of a group of people there. “This painting is amazing,” she said, looking closely at the arms of a woman lounging across the canvas. “The flesh tones are so realistic.” “I think her diapers…