E.K. Daniels
Bio
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
Stories (158/0)
There Are Many Ways to Start a Fire
There are many ways to start a fire: two sticks, a flint and steel, a magnifying glass. If you're left in the wild, you use what you have. Anything to survive. For me, my refuge was a library. And books were my kindling. I remember reading Roald Dahl's Matilda, and being instantly smitten. Moreover, I felt seen. Someone had captured in a character the influence that books can have on a young psyche, and the immense power they can wield to help lift us out of difficult circumstances. Matilda's escape into the pages helped show her a life outside of the confines of her family. This is precisely how I felt when I explored the world of the written word. And the journey through powerful women's voices has helped carry me throughout my life. But it isn't how I got here. I came into this world just like anyone else: through my mother.
By E.K. Danielsabout a month ago in Humans
- Top Story - March 2024
It Was Never About the YarnTop Story - March 2024
It all started with yarn. Literally. My Mom's a knitter. She was sitting on the couch, lamenting her woeful first attempt at knitting as her toes poked through the many holes of the blanket draped over her. She had crocheted for many years before, and decided to teach herself knitting. This blanket was the end result of a several months-long journey of connecting loops. A contrast to her comfort zone of knot-making with crochet.
By E.K. Daniels2 months ago in Fiction
S.A.D
Winter was never my favorite season. It was cold, damp, dark, and depressing. So much so that psychologists came up with an acronym for it, like they do with everything. They called it “S.A.D.” Fitting, really, given it pretty much summed up how most people in the Northern Hemisphere felt this time of year. Despite the garbage thrown at from every wayward Hallmark movie, ‘twas not the season to be jolly. Unless there was alcohol. That helped.
By E.K. Daniels2 months ago in Fiction
Before I Fall to Earth
I remember first learning about the states of matter in grade school. It all seemed simple enough. An ice cube was the safest example. The teacher put an ice cube on the table, then lit a fire from above. She watched as the ice slowly melted, leaving a puddle in its wake. Solid to liquid, just like that. It was magic.
By E.K. Daniels2 months ago in Fiction
Her Mouth Was Home to the Giants
I always thought of Mount Vesuvius like a silent guardian, her prominence in the sky both menacing and comforting. Her mouth was sacred, home to the Giants. She offered prosperity for our people, protection. Until she betrayed us.
By E.K. Daniels2 months ago in Fiction
The Measurement of Memories
The last box was just sealed. A sliver of light sneaked its way through a slit in the tattered curtains, yellowed with age. I found myself lying in a corner, dust settled around me like the freshly fallen snow. My name? It’s Tally. But that hardly matters now. What does is my story.
By E.K. Daniels2 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2024
