I don't recall exactly what fantasy/science fiction story has someone whispering off-camera, "I can feel a change of the winds," but you know, somewhere, in the back of your mind, you can picture it too. It's a trope of the... Continue Reading →
Ed, Edd, n Eddy was one of my favorite shows as a young man/teenager.
"As the monarchs descended, the flutter of thousands of wings pitter-pattered like gentle rain. They landed on branches, swarmed around the oyamel firs, or drifted to the creek to drink, the water trembling from the beating of wings. She sat... Continue Reading →
"In the dark around her, there was only the gentle snore of the pirates, and the occasional sound of something pattering with tiny clawed feet over the dry floorboards. Over where Jonathan slept, there was no sound at all. Not... Continue Reading →
Fifth Draft 