E.K. Daniels
Bio
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
Stories (159/0)
Kindness
In a world of tears, With waterfalls of kindness, We find our oar.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Wisdom
The seed of wisdom Lies buried beneath the dirt. No mud, no lotus.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Possibility
A secret whispered, Dandelion seeds scatter Possibility.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
If All You Have Is a Hammer
If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Everything needs to be pounded, battered, broken into. Sure, you can use a hammer to build a house, but I find it’s so much more rewarding to break into it. The exquisite feeling of knowing that in one swift motion, you can tear at a foundation that took ages to build. Hours of painstaking work-often by an army of men-can be ripped away with the power of just one man with enough intention.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Fiction
Figura en una Finestra
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was the only one the woman had ever known, and it wasn’t even real. Made of linen and oil paint, it was a crude caricature of freedom. Unlike her, the figure at the window had opportunity. The ocean lay beyond her view, with a distant ship headed towards a horizon unknown. Her face looked onward, and her right foot was raised, ready for another step into the sea of possibility.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Fiction