I knew a painter once, when I was mad and they shut me in that dreadful place, full of screams and grey walls. I call him a painter. He was a murderer as well, of course...
“This was the first time I had ever had to sign for a letter addressed to Occupant,” Guy said, turning the envelope in his hand. "I still can't believe you sent this thing by mail." In front of him was the computer screen, a tiny camera relaying his words and face halfway across the world. There, captured in... Continue Reading →
Here's my entry for this week's Flash Fiction for Aspiring Authors! Check out the original here! Word Count: 143 Her brush glides across the canvas, a ballerina leaving a bright trail. Colors swirl together, abstract at first, but then coming to have form, meaning. She creates her world, one stroke at a time. Most of the... Continue Reading →
While I'm doing writing inspired by pictures, here's a poem I wrote a while ago in response to this painting of the legend of St. George and the Dragon. I started off just describing the dragon, because I thought it looked cool, but then the poem got a little out-of-hand and became more than that.... Continue Reading →