Dana Crandell
Bio
Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist and Tech/Internet nerd. Content writer by trade. Vocal Creator by choice.
Stories (175/0)
The Gift of Life
Wes sat quietly, relieved that the crowd had dispersed and he could finally catch his breath. Hero status didn't appeal to him at all and the spotlight wasn't his friend. With the hard, cold concrete of the curb under his butt and the cool metal of the light pole against his face, he let the replay of the scene run through his mind.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Fiction
Playtime in the Pines: Chapter 3
“Wake, children!” called the powerful, feminine voice. “You have rested long enough.” Carol marveled at the golden glow that surrounded her as her eyes slowly focused. Slowly, she realized she felt utterly refreshed, albeit a bit too warm. What she didn't immediately understand was why. As her sleepy vision cleared, she found herself surrounded by her equally bewildered friends, each clad in a snow suit, as was she. That explained the warmth, at least.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - March 2024
Being HumanTop Story - March 2024
Wandering this world, we brashly claim ownership. We give and take, create and destroy, harmonize and clash, carving our names into history's flesh. Poking and prodding, we pry at the very fabric of our existence in our thirst for knowledge - as we reach for new worlds among the stars.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in The Dragon Beside Me Challenge
She Carries the FireRunner-Up in The Dragon Beside Me Challenge
Please ignore the gangly geek in the photo. I almost chose a different picture with only that beautiful lady on the right, holding the graduation and honors certificates presented to her that day. Instead, I decided to embrace the fact that she insisted on sharing the stage with her awkward little brother. The family resemblance is strong, but even in this innocent snapshot from simpler times, her grace and strength shine through. Mine? Let's not go there.
By Dana Crandell3 months ago in Families