Six years ago or so I was drafted to help run a new microstory challenge at this little site called YeahWrite. At the time, I had no idea what I was getting into. I just knew I loved tiny little stories, and was utterly charmed (and flattered) by the idea that somebody thought I was … Continue reading News: Changes at YeahWrite
Their hold on me had long since loosened. They just hadn't noticed.
As Rixel flicked through the mail, a small handwritten envelope caught his attention. His mane flared, and he sat back on his haunches, wings opening and closing in consternation.
I wrote you a letter yesterday, while the sun slid down, our son squalling in his sheets. I wrote, I filled three sheets word by word, letter by letter before I turned the lights down before I sang him down to sleep, and down came the rain in rivers and in sheets. This much is … Continue reading What I wrote
When I was in fifth grade, my school bus driver gave me my first-ever cassette tape: Van Halen’s 1984. I don’t know what prompted him to do it. Big Ricky* was a heavyset black man who never got mad and always had a smile for even the worst-behaved kids on the bus. Maybe he looked … Continue reading Big Ricky