David Spivak
Bio
Management consultant by day, writer by afternoon, and beer/wine lover by night.
Author of The Tribunals.
www.david-spivak.com
Achievements (1)
Stories (10/0)
Heartwarming, Tragic, Inspirational
A film that resonates with the inner child in each of us, Dead Poets Society is and will remain timeless, and something that we each should return to when we fear we are losing a grip on our purpose, our innocence, our joy, or our lust for life.
By David Spivak8 months ago in Critique
- Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
Aeclatia Runner-Up in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
The bright days of Aeclatia had faded from memory. The time of the unified cities was past, and the era of the Dragon King had ended. The years that had followed were dark, with each city existing in solitude and fear, ruled by the same lords who orchestrated the killing of the Dragon King Dammond and his family. The dragons had scattered, fearful for their lives as the cities continued to hunt them even after the King had fallen.
By David Spivakabout a year ago in Fiction
Hollow, grim, the wind she comes
Shadows danced on the walls in the dim light of the half-burned candle. The wax dripped along the dark stains of the ancient silver holder. The scent was almost musty, as if the candle knew of its age, and shamelessly flaunted the dust that caked its body.
By David Spivak2 years ago in Fiction
Tea, cookies, and candles
I, like many of us, wasn’t blessed with the superhero ability to fall asleep at the drop of a pin. Instead, I often lay awake restless, tossing and turning with stress and thoughts of impending work and life. I rarely have a standard bedtime; my evening routine fluctuates based on when the emails stop coming in, when my dog decides he needs to relieve himself, and when I find the always-brief moment of peace to eat dinner (or, on the all-too-rare occasion, actually cook).
By David Spivak2 years ago in Humans
An Argentinian Asado
The gauchos helped us off our horses. Lo siento I said, in my terrible Spanish accent. I wanted to explain my apology was for all the sweat I had dripped on the horse and saddle. Riding a horse for the first time had been significantly more stress-inducing than I expected, not to mention that the gauchos had led us up a fairly steep mountain for our trek here in the Andes.
By David Spivak3 years ago in Feast
