Casey Deane
Bio
Casey Deane lives in the Ottawa Valley with his son and his dog. He writes, he draws, he works, he plays, he sculpts, and he photographs (people mostly) and occasionally attempts to film and edit his own short scripts.
Stories (3/0)
Little Mysteries
Thirteen year old Axel was convinced that the plane was going to crash. Only a moment before he had been leisurely peddling his bike in solitude along a bright treelined trail. All had been quiet save for the thrumming of cicadas in the surrounding foliage and then he was slamming his brakes in a panic at the sudden sound of the aircraft. He watched the small propellor driven plane skim perilously close to the highest leaves and braced to witness what he imagined would be an imminent and tragic intercourse with the earth. Instead he saw a door on the craft swing open almost directly overhead and a tiny dark object issue forth to plummet through branches like a seed dropped by a bird. The plane ascended away with a diminishing drone, disappearing into the sky almost as suddenly as it had materialized. Compelled by curiosity Axel sought out the object he had seen fall.
By Casey Deane3 years ago in Humans
The Names Of Clouds
It was night, soon to be dawn. Late summer, humid and still. Addison stood on the deck of a beach house facing the sea. Thin cloud diffused light from a low full moon casting his face and nearly all around him in silver. His eyes were closed, his hands gripped the railing at the edge of the deck and he listened to the sound of the ocean rolling against the shore.
By Casey Deane3 years ago in Futurism
