Adam N Wieland
Bio
Welcome to my page on Vocal :) I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry, infused with a little bit of magic.
Stories (2/0)
Self-Portrait
Formless, it was not even a person at first. It had the beginnings of a face, although not yet his face, the one looking back in the mirror with the pock-marked skin and unkempt hair. There were only muted areas of light and dark, the tonal underpainting, and even at this early point, the artist considered throwing the piece away, for it expressed everything that he had expected to find and nothing more. He began to overlay color, enjoying for a moment the consistency of the paint as the brush dipped into the palette and then spread life upon the canvas. A shape began to form, and it was not long before he could recognize himself in the rough features of the early painting.
By Adam N Wieland2 years ago in Fiction
Saving Hope
Susan sat on the couch, a second-hand futon with a drooping cover and broken springs - a morning show on the television. The hosts chattered with an irritating chirpiness while at any moment reality threatened to shatter around her. Susan took a deep breath, held it, and tried to relax. On a coffee table lay two letters, eviction notices, and she looked at them repeatedly. She now had only a week before she had to leave, and her coming eviction was just one more problem in a compound of failures, each one harder to get through than the last.
By Adam N Wieland2 years ago in Fiction
