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.
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…
On October 10, 2002, I overheard a woman telling a story that I thought would make interesting fiction. Apparently someone had called her at work to let her know someone was in her back yard swimming in her pool. No one was supposed to be there, so she called the police. It turned out to…
I enjoyed the writing prompt last month so much, I’ve decided to challenge myself to do one every month next year. But, being the ambitious person I am, I’m starting this month. I seem to be collecting art and images on my harddrive. This one of the old-fashioned car with the giant pickle ornament on…
I found it! The snippet I told you about in the Nairobi Meyers sketch. Here ya go! She stood in the doorway. Her right hand was holding a weapon, her left was on the door frame. Her eyes flamed. Just by the way she stood, you could tell of her anger. Her vertical pupils pulsed…
Written on September 22, 2000, this vignette was inspired by the line from a Rick Springfield song: “waking up blind with the house on fire.” “I had that dream again,” he said. “I wake up, sitting bolt upright, but I cannot see. First, I hear the crackles, taunting me like a sadistic bowl of Rice…
I came up with this idea in December of 2011, while reading Juliet Dark’s Demon Lover. I really need to start writing this one. Just this little description makes me want to read it. What about you? —– A little girl watches her friend stolen away by faeries and suffers nightmares from it all her…