I was exhausted from being in the hot attic rooting through my parent’s things, as well as my tumble down the ladder, so I headed back home with the suitcase […]
Author: Vanessa
I walked slowly down the hallway with the yellow bowl in my hands in front of me. I called out to my mother, ahead of my entrance to the living […]
My eyes began to flutter and I could see the attic stairs ascending to the great dark threshold above me. As I sat up my body ached, and I could […]
I had just fallen down the attic stairs. I was falling and falling, until I guess I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, I was on the floor. But […]
I was trying to take stock of everything in the attic to help me come up with a plan, when my gaze fell on an old suitcase. It was a charming old piece of luggage. Obviously, it had seen many travels, and yet it hadn’t lost it’s luster. The suitcase was tucked away in a corner, behind several boxes. I don’t even know how I noticed it so quickly. Except that…I don’t know how else to put it, but it *called* to me…
Another short fiction writing exercise written for Neil Gaiman’s Masterclass on Storytelling. The park was peaceful in the afternoon and the sun glimmered through the leaves of a mature tree, […]
In the midst of Neil Gaiman’s Masterclass on The Art of Storytelling is a module all about “Finding Your Voice” as an writer. One of the exercises was to practice writing using another author’s “voice.” Here is the result.
A story written in one sitting as an assignment for Neil Gaiman’s Masterclass on The Art of Storytelling. This is my rough draft for The Girl Who Loved Books.
Observations on the assignment of starting a Compost Heap for Neil Gaiman’s Masterclass on The Art of Storytelling.
A few musings on the process of writing Gruff, Gruff & Gruff, LLC, Neil Gaiman’s Masterclass on Storytelling, and what I think happened to the Troll in the end.
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