Diana Trezona
Bio
I've always been crafty, mostly with cross-sticth and quilting, but when I met my husband and became part of the entertainment industry my creativity grew in leaps and bounds. And now I'm writing lots of things. So happy!
Stories (13/0)
The Dragon Beside Me
The women in my life have been many, varied, and amazing. Some have been with me since the beginning, others pass through my life as a momentary blip, and some come only by reading their story. Some have provided a positive example and others show a behaviour I now try hard to avoid.
By Diana Trezona4 months ago in Humans
Under Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Susan sat outside the Legislative Assembly Library in Yellowknife tonight, leaning back against the tiny tree only just big enough to bear her weight, bare hands and feet snuggling into the grass. She watched those clouds, wherever she was, trying also to see the 1st stars of the evening. At last, she felt the small box of peace that lay in her heart blossom out consuming her whole being. Tonight would be special she told herself.
By Diana Trezonaabout a year ago in Futurism
The Child
Earlu froze, talons gripped around a deer, still as a stone as the tiny human wandered into sight between the great oaks. As their eyes locked on his, they flinched slightly at the mountain of animal in front of them. Mere seconds went by during that look, and Earlu watched as their fear of the forest (and whatever had driven them in here) was replaced by fear of him and then switched back again. Maybe it was his size that encouraged the child to run over and grasp his front leg, thinking that this beast would be able to handle anything the forest threw at them. Earlu breathed in and gazed down at the child, discreetly moving the deer away from the child's eye lines. Gazing down, the child was barely tall enough to reach over his talons, it's tears streamed down its face as it clung desperately to his ankle. Then the smell of acrid smoke started to reach his nose, looking up at the sky behind him was the thick plume signaling that the small collection of huts near the edge of the forest was vanishing in flames.
By Diana Trezona2 years ago in Fiction
The Box
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But then again there had never been anyone like her either. The box was small and uninteresting as it sat on the thin lightweight trolley, and she couldn't understand why she had been called out of her classes to deliver it on foot to the airport. The University had delivery people, and now she was missing vital information about her finals for this ridiculous task.
By Diana Trezona2 years ago in Fiction
Heroes of Home
People refer to their 'Hometown Hero' as if there's A person who does more for their community, going above and beyond the rest of us. A recent writing challenge started a theme by stating that it takes a village to raise a child but then left the intended recipient of the thank you letter as only 1 or 2 people who had a significant impact on your life. And I feel that people miss so much with this definition.
By Diana Trezona2 years ago in Humans
The Gold of Home
As Lucas stood on the footpath facing the derelict house the plans starting winding their way through his mind, trying to sort themselves into some sort of order. Smiling at those plans he was now very comfortable with this being the last house he would ever work on, this bowed and holey structure was going to be home.
By Diana Trezona3 years ago in Families
Threads of Life
Threading the needle at the beginning is always the hardest part. But that fresh piece of linen (or Aida) has so much potential, full only with the endless hope of a beautiful work after all the fun hours (months, years) of stitching (and unstitching) that is to come. And I enjoy every step as it moves me out of the world outside, focusing just on what's in your lap. My 1st love (outside my family) is cross-stitch and it's seen me through 30-odd years.
By Diana Trezona3 years ago in Humans
These Are a Few of My Favourite Things
As the slender upper branches of the gums whipped about in the wind Charlie stood as still as stone. Her eyes however continued to scour the trees for the creature. Since it would be feeling scared and hunted she had to be extra cautious now. Charlie grimaced as a twig snapped beneath her foot, apart from the wind there was no noise out here. The bush having a lull between the activity of the day and the dash of the smaller creatures who would come out during the dusk to seek safe food.
By Diana Trezona3 years ago in Fiction
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