Murder House – With Respects to Virginia Woolf

Following is a Scaffolding story on a scene from ‘The Waves’ by Virginia Woolf. I have remained true to the original scene, but changed adjectives to give it a different mood and feeling. “I SEE a ring,” said Bernard, “hanging above me. It quivers and hangs in a loop of light.” “I see a slab…

I Saw the Dog That Walked its Owner

The dog walked by my house every day with its owner in tow. The woman’s hair was grey and she did a slight shuffle along the sidewalk in her black, flat shoes. Same time, three times a day, every day. Sometimes her husband made the rounds. But, per the norm, it was the elderly lady…

The Soldier – A very short story

The Soldier Peter looked at the crack in the curtain that had been his grandmothers. He pushed the curtain aside, and he saw children on the playground. Their mothers watched over them, discussing motherhood: The newest addition to the line of breast pumps; use formula or the breast milk; nipple or pacifier; a glass of…

Why I Love World Building.

Originally posted on The Social Zephyr:
You’ve read it by now, hopefully. Maybe even considered the words, thought about them, made your own ideas of what they meant to you. If that’s the  case; good! It goes like this: “If the world deceives you, why not try an alternative?” It’s a phrase I came up…