The old oak stood at the edge of the clearing, its branches like gnarled fingers reaching for the sky. Maya had always loved that tree. As a child, she’d spend hours beneath its shade, imagining creatures in the patterns of its bark. She’d carve her initials, M.L., into it, an act of defiance as a teen. The Oak was her…
Author: Darnell Cureton
Crimson Whispers
Crimson Whispers is my descriptive term for a fictional story about bidding for digital artwork. The image is the work of my talented friend Victor Kates. Inside The Pushkin State Gallery of Fine Arts, Moscow: The gallery was a hush of silent whispers and hand signals as the bidding began on canvas, metal, and stone sculptures. The artistry came from…
City Of Bridges
My writing group came up wth this sci-fi type image. Here’s my short story about it. The misty fog ran thick in the Veridian Strait. The water, dark blue and black, was a churning highway. Sky boats, touring tugs, filled the waterway going to and fro. Corporate yachts zipped between the other vessels, carrying commuters to nearby islands. Water taxis…
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