Faye Hanson
Bio
I am a teacher and professional storyteller, living between two worlds- in more than one way.
Stories (7/0)
From A.R.D.
I parked at McDonald’s. It was officially parking on a side street, but was actually the drive-through entrance. Parking inconvenience reduced the rent on our house. It was a one bedroom, one bath with high ceilings and hardwoods on a busy street with traffic and sirens all night long. We lived two doors down from McDonald’s and across the street from Taco Bell on the main street of the country’s oldest suburb.
By Faye Hanson3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell
I was spending the night at Annie’s house. She lived in a big Victorian on the edge of town. It had a veranda and a lawn in front with a barn in the back. I lived with my mom and brother in a triple-decker by the school. There was no lawn and it was always noisy and cramped.
By Faye Hanson3 years ago in Fiction
Eve
The Erasure came when every plant was erased from the surface of the Earth. With no plants to hold the topsoil, the ground turned to dust. The rains were infrequent. The sun was relentless and the wind was fierce. When it did rain, the precipitation was full of the poisons that had accumulated in the atmosphere, made more toxic by the radiation from the sun. The rains came in torrents that made the flat places into a muddy churning and the places below the surface that had sheltered ancestors in the beginning were filled with poisoned water. What people remained took to higher ground.
By Faye Hanson3 years ago in Fiction
Remembering
The Council took charge after the Erasure, when every plant was erased from the surface of the Earth. With no plants to hold the topsoil, the ground turned to dust. The rains were infrequent. The sun was relentless and the wind was fierce. When it did rain, the precipitation was full of the poisons that had accumulated in the atmosphere, made more toxic by the radiation from the sun. The rains came in torrents that made the flat places into a muddy churning and the places below the surface that had sheltered ancestors in the beginning were filled with poisoned water. What people remained took to higher ground.
By Faye Hanson3 years ago in Earth
Let's blow this up!
“We are going to blow things up,” I said to my class. Their eyes lit up and even the most sullen of my middle school students looked up from the phones they thought I couldn’t see. I’m sure they were thinking explosions, but I meant inflatables, giant inflatable structures.
By Faye Hanson3 years ago in Education