Lily Landry opened her eyes and immediately squinted. She noticed the sounds just as quickly as she noticed that the light shining through her window did not reach all the dark corners of her bedroom. Those sounds, like some kind of industrial machine. She searched her sleepy mind and found the reference. Jet propulsion? And wind. She flipped aside her covers and donned her slippers and robe. She walked out onto the balcony of her third-floor apartment, holding a hand up to her eye as she squinted up at the source of the light. It was too bright. She couldn’t see anything beyond it. Before she could think another thought, she was swept off her feet. She gasped as she started floating upward into the light.Continue reading
“I hope they paid you double the salary for working on both shows,” I said.
Cal chuckled. “Well…” He trailed off with a wave of his hand. “A shame about the fire. They were pretty good those episodes, as I recall. But since we only showed them once a year, we didn’t keep them in the same place we kept the other reels.”Continue reading
Nila here. I’m working on a new endeavor for the new year, and I’d like to get some feedback from creative writers who have specific struggles in their writing practice (e.g., with consistency and discipline).
If this describes you, and if you’re willing, please click on the button below to complete the Creative Writing Goals survey. I’d appreciate your support. The survey is one introductory multiple choice question, five open-ended questions and one last yes/no question. So it should be quick, unless you choose to take more time to compose your answers.
If you’re interested in receiving news and updates about this endeavor, but don’t have time to complete a survey, you can just skip to the bottom of the survey and leave your name and email address.
Once I’ve closed the survey (in one or two weeks), I’ll delete this post.
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The Contest Chevelure was a time-honored competition held in a modest town in the middle of a modest country. It was a contest to see who could have the most extravagant and beautiful head of hair. Only, there was one notable detail. None of the people in the town had any hair on their heads. Continue reading
The asker was my little niece, all bundled up in black-and-silver fleece blankets. Her favorite colors. She didn’t ask the question just out of curiosity. She was frowning slightly. Winter had swallowed up her favorite season, autumn. (The season to which her only objection was, “why does there have to be so much orange?”).
I smiled. “Do you want the scientific explanation or the non-scientific explanation?”Continue reading