I drew this with the inspirational photo upside down. Then I highlighted in soft pastel.
The Rooster
The Subject of Art: What A Painting Is All About | HubPages
I love to look at other artists paintings. This article is a humorous look at some of the great works of art. Maybe when you read it you’ll gain a new appreciation for art.
— Read on hubpages.com/entertainment/What-Art-Is-All-About
A look into some of my favorite paintings.
The Sheep
A upside drawing highlighted in soft pastels.
The Lazy Dragon: A Flash Fiction Story |
A flash fiction story about a run in with a dragon.
— Read on letterpile.com/creative-writing/the-lazy-dragon-a-flash-fiction-story
A love to write as much as much as I love to paint. Here is another one of my short stories.
#7 I Call Shotgun – Micro Flash Fiction
Funerals are the worst. You say goodbye to someone you loved in life. A person you wished you could talk with just one more time. I had those same feelings when I left the graveyard after my best friend died. I jumped into my car to head home.
“I call shotgun.”
“What…no…you can’t be here, you’re dead. Must be hallucinating.”
“No, you’re not hallucinating. I’m dead.”
“Then how can you be here. Sitting in my passenger seat.”
“Well from what I understand I’m here to help you.”
“Help me do what.”
“Learn to live the right way.”
I like writing these little short stories. I hope you enjoy reading them.
Dolores the Spell Sweeper – a Short Story | LetterPile
A story about a sorceress whose magic lies in her broom.
— Read on letterpile.com/creative-writing/dolores-the-spell-sweeper-a-short-story
A short story I published on HubPages
A Serial Short Story: Fred the Angel Part 3 |
The third and final of the Story Fred The Angel
— Read on letterpile.com/serializations/a-serial-short-story-Fred-the-Angel-part-3
Part three of a story I published on a website called Letterpile.
#6 Tied Up – Micro Flash Fiction
How she got there she didn’t know. The last she remembered she had changed into her blue jeans, tank top and sneakers to go meet the girls. Now she found herself bound to a tree in the woods with a gag in her mouth. On the breeze she caught a whiff of something familiar, rot and death.
Some branches broke to her left. She squirmed trying to pull her wrists free of the bonds. She sensed someone or something watching her.
“Hello,” She called out.
A big hairy creature broke free of the brush.
“Hello, my name is Ralph.”
The Gnomes – Looking for Papa: A Short Story | LetterPile
A short story about a missing lawn gnome.
— Read on letterpile.com/creative-writing/furst-gnomes-missing-papa-a-short-story
