Daniel Stine
Bio
Man, I have lived at least five different lives so far and I'm not even 60 years old.
Young punk - Step-dad - Corporate climber - Artist - Teacher in South China - Family man.
I've sold photos, published short stories, and marched in parades
Stories (10/0)
To - From
Vintage wine ages from grape to fermentation. From fermentation.
By Daniel Stineabout a year ago in Poets
Shift
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I hear it though, clear as day. The cacophonic roar erupts soundlessly, mentally, driving me from slumber to crystal clear awakening. The sound and the images are spaced by mere seconds. First, the image of people in cages followed by an explosion of blood-red haze amongst the stars. The screams come next; like a video stream out of sync with audio. The screams begin as a multitude of whimpers, then escalate into a crescendo of wails that’s abruptly extinguished.
By Daniel Stine2 years ago in Fiction
Flicker
Chapter One – Flicker Annabelle chuckled at the anime playing on her iPhone. Normally very responsible about walking while watching, this time she was distracted by a bizarre flashing on her screen. She didn’t even notice the city bus that flattened her seconds later.
By Daniel Stine3 years ago in Fiction
