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…
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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…
Past Meets Present
My writing group came up with this photo for a writing prompt. “Create a short story about a dinosaur holding an American flag and holding onto a Palm tree along the side of the road.” Here is what I came up with: At the corner of a busy street, there was a sight unlike any other. A dinosaur with painted…
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