Beautiful. That’s the only way to describe it. A deep midnight blue, nearly indigo in its depth, marbled with black. No larger than a quarter, flat and smooth. Glass-smooth.
“I found it for you, Ms. Fitz,” my high school student said, handing me the small stone. Our writing group was just about to begin a poetry reading. Continue reading
Comedy. Of all the genres they could assign me, it had to be comedy.
Earlier this week, I found out I broke into the 3rd Round of the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge, meaning I got to advance to the next stage of the competition (a semi-final round, essentially) with the chance to qualify for finals in December. In my year plus of participating in NYC writing competitions, this is the furthest I’ve advanced.
But luck of the draw means a new set of random prompts for each round. And luck decided to stretch my abilities by throwing a genre at me that I’m less than confident in. Continue reading
It was 11pm on the last day of September, cold black sky flecked with stars overhead. The fire crackled and snapped, sending smoke dancing through camp as Sarah, Stef, and I made dinner. Continue reading
This post is dedicated to my travel companions: Sarah, who has the spirit of an incurable adventurer, and Stef, who is prepared enough for all of us.
This morning, I’m standing on the shore of Lake Superior, eyes watering in the cold wind driving off the water. It’s minutes before dawn, and my two friends and I shiver in our hooded sweatshirts, wishing we had brought gloves, but transfixed by the beauty before us. Continue reading
It’s 2:31am. I should be asleep. But instead I’m wiping my teary eyes with a tissue that unfortunately has lotion in it. (Oh, the sting!)
I just finished watching the last few episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. (Don’t worry, no spoilers here if you haven’t seen it.) Continue reading
Anything can tell a story.
A rock. A tree. An anchored ship. The way sunlight hits the glass of a window in an abandoned building. Yes, I have photographed all of those things, some more times than I can count. (I really like rocks, okay? :-P) Continue reading