Ellen Stedfeld
Bio
Visual artist & writer immersed in drawing, illustration, and creative experiments @EllesaurArts.com
Community arts in NYC/LIC Queens and online, NaNoWriMo "The Ellesaur"
Love participating in challenges to motivate new work!
Stories (25/0)
Midnight Magic
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. That was the time when barriers were thinnest between the solid and spirit realms, between past, present, and future scenes. You could hear voices sometimes, of those who had passed on. Feel the warm embrace of a love from long ago. And places, if you wanted to travel between spaces, whisked amongst worlds and amidst existances, that was the ideal opportunity... though there was no guarantee you'd return wholly yourself or roost in quite the same nest as where you'd left.
By Ellen Stedfeld22 days ago in Fiction
All That's Left
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Small and round, with nothing of a view, buried between the building structures and sand piles. Glass grimy with age and the wear of weather, there wasn't much to see per se, but to her it glowed. The greatest treasure. A shard of sunshine, handfuls of dust blown in the air. A piece of sky so blue it hurt to stare, like a cracked tile you could imagine came from a vast and beautiful courtyard. She had heard that back in the day, when people could survive to stand outside, the sky stretched all the way across your field of vision. Surrounded you with its eternity. The simulators could replicate it, emulate the experience of a memory of a resemblance of what once was in a near-forgotten time. But this, as small as it was, this was real.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 months ago in Fiction
Welcome To The Team
[SFS 3 & The Mystery Box] There was a package waiting at her door. It couldn't be for her. No orders had been placed, no one planned to send her mail. No one could, without knowing quite where she lived. Yet it could not be for anyone else. The address affixed to the brown paper was entirely correct. Her name was written perfectly.
By Ellen Stedfeld4 months ago in Fiction
Come See the Monstrosity!
There was a new attraction at the city's Aquarium, and the crowds were lining up for it. "Superhero Volt captures a Squid Villain terrorizing town! See the monstrosity here!" the sign declared. Even before entering, visitors shared their excitement with one other. Some remembered seeing this story on the daily news, or hearing about it from first-hand, second-hand or third-hand witnesses.
By Ellen Stedfeld4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest Dragon's Heart
The Forest Dragon sensed a stirring, a presence in the woods that was not native to its territory. The mushrooms were concerned, the moss had a complaint, the twigs were chittering all about it, the insects didn't know whether to be awe-filled or awfully annoyed. As sovereign of this land, the dragon would surely take care of the issue, one way or another. With a stretch of wings and a slither of scales, the ground rumbled in its wake. Ready, if needed, to intimidate.
By Ellen Stedfeld5 months ago in Fiction
