D. Thea Baldrick
Bio
By wedding two strange bedfellows, bachelor degrees in Biology and Literature, the resulting chimeric offspring are stories laced with science. I publish with thecollector.com and Underland Arcana. Unearth at dthea.com
Stories (17/0)
25 Minutes on the Far Side of the Moon
You, the thirteenth Apollo, pen presumptive, head for the lunar orb to write of what is written on her pale face. Bits break away until you are naught but a stub. Regardless, you tumble through inhospitable tracts. Regardless, you aim for the oft-lauded landscape.
By D. Thea Baldrick11 months ago in Poets
The Head of Antonio Scarpa
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The man who lit it turned to survey the room and began to clear it of debris. The candle protested, guttering. As the man pulled a rickety table to the middle of the room, it almost went out. The man stopped and looked at it, but under his gaze, the flame burned straight and clean. As his activities resumed, the candle flickered again, but without conviction.
By D. Thea Baldrick11 months ago in Horror
"In What Furnace Was Thy Brain?"*
*From "The Tyger" by William Blake Most amino acids build proteins. Undeniably important, they are the basis of the body's structure. Nevertheless, some amino acids have other roles, roles that help sew together the vast complex of protein structures into a seamlessly moving, thinking creature.
By D. Thea Baldrick11 months ago in Proof
In Relation to Strawberries
Dear Brynn Willow, The spring after you were born, while your grandfather prattled wonderland style nonsense to your listening flower of a face, your brother and I planted strawberries. We dug holes, laid a layer of compost, snipped the end of the roots and spread them out. He held the plant upright while I replaced the soil.
By D. Thea Baldrick12 months ago in Families
Thrice Three
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Despite the legends, the dragons arrived after the hominids within hours of the same day. From the entrance to our cave halfway up the Mountain, my sisters and I saw the woman and her mate arrive. They entered from the western boundary, where the hills had recently, recently in Baba Yaga time, recently in geological time, pushed up out of the original vastness of the Plain, forming the Valley.
By D. Thea Baldrick12 months ago in Fiction
