I started this a few days ago, and got so carried away in the details that I had to make it a multi part series. This is a follow-up to The Boy and the Balloons. But the story isn’t finished. You’ll see why at the end. I also fixed the allocutions hoping to make it clearer when people are actually speaking vs when the boy is thinking to himself. I apologize for any confusion.
The boy slipped easily into his new life. The man and the woman who found him alone in the park just became his newfound parents.
It was as odd and as simple as that. Continue reading The Boy with the Balloons – Part 2
Tell me a story he said, so I rambled on… and now I’m sharing this improvised on the spot story telling I shared on the beach by the fire pit on the coast of the Sea of Cortez.
This is a story about a boy, a boy who was in a park with his parents. It was a gorgeous day, the sun was out and a few white fluffy clouds moved at a slow pace in the sky. As the boy daydreamed about bouncing in the clouds, his parents tied 3 blue balloons to his wrist.
The string pulled him out of his revery. “What’s this for?” he asked. “Because we love you and don’t want to lose you in this crowd,” they replied. The park was indeed crowded. There was music, and the smell of cotton candy filled the air. Continue reading The Boy with the Balloons – Part 1
I attended WonderCon! There were three workshops specially geared for writers. I swallowed all three of them with a pen and a notebook. In one of them we were prompted through a guided imagery to create a story.
This is my story that followed a one-minute guided imagery, it starts with 100% reality, then slowly twists into fiction. I think the shift will be pretty evident. Continue reading Dragging the Dragon
The ravens cawed and hovered above. “It’s just rubble, piles and piles of destruction,” Mother said “how do you know when there’s somebody, anybody alive and still breathing under all this?” Continue reading Below the Destruction – Life.