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 (28/0)
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 Stedfeld7 months ago in Fiction
Songs of Starlight
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. You can try it, but the sound dies out seconds after its release... you along with it, IF of course you're the sort of being to actually need a steady helping of air, and don't have a helmet to pump you full of its sweet satisfying nutrients. Once everything is gone, this inky emptiness seeps into your insides and suffocates all semblance of life, instead.
By Ellen Stedfeld10 months ago in Fiction
Before You Know It
She was roused awake by the shaking of the train car. The landscape out the windows passed by in a blur. They were moving quickly, almost too fast. But the fog of sleep made it hard to place exactly where and why. Rubbing eyes, looking around the train car, it wasn't helping. Where memory of the last waking moments should have filled in by now, she remained just as confused.
By Ellen Stedfeld10 months ago in Fiction
Dreams Adrift
Tooot, all aboard! Dreams aloft. Setting sail for new possibilities, a ship without compare, and bearing a boatload of opportunities, from glittering rooms to one lucky ticket, top to bottom you're a winner, fated, honored, Everyone! Bring your hopes and baggage on this ride beyond all your greatest imagining, one and only, inconceivable, inevitable, irresistible... The Titanic!
By Ellen Stedfeldabout a year ago in Poets
Art In The Garden
Especially when I move to a new neighborhood, I try not to walk home the same way twice. New York City has so much to share on every block, whether it's tasty restaurants or obscure architectural details, convenient dollar stores or cute stray cats. It helps to notice where the closest delis are and how late they stay open, what's happening at the art center or library, if the nearby bar has outdoor seating this season, which side of the street boasts the smoothest sidewalks in case I ever need to roll a suitcase around (and which cracked ones make the most interesting photos), how busy the laundromat is right now, when a new business will be opening, beautiful murals or graffiti to admire, and where I can get a dramatic view of the sky.
By Ellen Stedfeldabout a year ago in Journal
A Frosty Outing
[SFS 7] This was the meeting place, but no one was in sight. She looked around suspiciously. It was just like him to give her the wrong time, or set the stage beforehand with a tricky prank. Then she heard his voice nearby, before she could actually see him. "Love the scarf, dear."
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Cafe
[SFS 4] A single marigold in a vase on the windowsill. The bright yellow caught her eye, and the feeling of foreshadowing that came over her as she lifted the flower and twirled it between her fingers. What's next? she asked it. To anyone else it would seem an insignificant detail of the room, but for her it felt like the most important clue of all.
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Fiction
A Deliciously Dangerous Game
[SFS 2] The scene was perfect. A fancy restaurant, glittering table settings, they had both dressed to the nines. In all the years M and R had worked together, against each other, chased each other across borders of time and space, and vehemently vowed to end each other, she had never expected them to end up here.
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Fiction
