This is a fairy tale…
A love story between a strong boy tree in a forest and an honest and innocent girl tree.
The two trees stood next to each other at the edge of the forest, but no matter how much they loved each other, they couldn’t touch one another.
Sometimes, the wind would blow and their branches would touch, but the girl tree was still really sad.
The rickety ladder of the fire escape swayed as he climbed. Paint from the rungs peeled off and stuck to his palms. The metal cans clanged in his backpack, but he kept up his steady climb.
Reaching the rooftop, he hoisted himself up and swung his legs over, rolling onto his side with the ease of someone who had done this many times. He allowed himself a moment to admire the sight: luxury condominiums touching the sky, the 7 train chugging along, and a bird’s eye view of the living collage of graffiti artwork that covered the walls of the building he was standing on. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Mural”
Gianna snapped open her easel and balanced it on the smooth boulder. Unpacking her canvas and her various charcoal supplies, she soaked in the warmth of the sunlight seeping through the trees and the chirping of the birds beyond.
Her hand poised over the blank paper, she exhaled a deep breath and began to draw. Gentle charcoal strokes brought to life the memory she dreamt of every night for the last three years, a memory that was more wishful thinking than truth, but felt as real as any piece of her past. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Memory”
OLYMPICS! Yes, I am slightly kind of very much into the Olympics right now, which has taken up all my evening TV time (thank the TV lords that all my regularly scheduled programming is currently on hiatus).
That’s why this series of comics by cartoonist and illustrator Jack Sjogren caught my attention both as an Olympics fan and aspiring writer, and I wanted to spread the fun & humor.
Maybe now, it’s more appropriate to say Happy Monday? Continue reading “The Freelance Olympics — As Illustrated By Jack Sjogren”
In a Manhattan venue on the edge of the East River, the last fashion show of esteemed designer Alexia was underway.
Not that any of the guests knew it was the last show. No, that knowledge – or lack of – was Alexia’s final gift.
Stepping onto the stage in her signature violet pumps and serene smile, Alexia carefully chose her last words for the world that was tuned in to only her. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Today, We Celebrate Life”