Storytelling Through Art.
My goal is to show experiences in a meaningful way through short stories and hand-drawn sketches.
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Take Another Look.
I recently stumbled across the title of an old book that I read when I was a young teen. One early morning I was searching Spotify for an upbeat playlist of Broadway musical tunes --great for running!-- and found a song from Daddy-Long-Legs. I thought, That is the exact name of a book I read in school! I remembered nothing about it, except that my twelve- or fourteen-year-old self thought that this book ended in a surprisingly happy way. In mid-stride I clicked over to the full album on Spotify and listened to the rest of the songs, confirming that this soundtrack was taken from the book I had read as a child.
Note to Self: Reposted!
This story was originally submitted to Short Fiction Break on the last day in July 2018 (under my previous pseudonym, Hannah M. Dillard). It's a little awkward for a short story, but who isn't a little awkward at times? I've also included some new, original illustrations for this post. Enjoy!
...Tied up With String.
“I’m coming!” Jerry races over to the front door where there is an incessant tapping, followed by three doorbell buzzes. When he flings open the door to his apartment, the pizza person he was expecting isn’t there. A blue jay nearly collides with him before disappearing in a rush of wings. At his feet, Jerry notices a package. Definitely not a pizza.
A knight on a white horse. An intense battle scene. The wondering thoughts behind a child's wide eyes. What do all of these have in common?...No, not the latest Netflix show. Books!
Mel laughs as Mariam, her partner at the Italian pizzeria they own, exits the kitchen to serve refills of tea. "Just think about it!" Mel yells after her. Mariam allows the swinging doors to close on her teasing voice.
This is a blog that I originally featured on another site in 2019, about the importance of asking for help and admitting that we might not have it all together…I say “we” because I am still learning how to do this every day! I recently watched the movie Glass and in one crucial scene someone tries to convince the main character that he is not a superhero; he is just a man with a delusion. It wasn’t long before he started to believe it. Often we take other's criticisms like this. I’m curious to see how relevant this post is, almost three years later. Plus, you get the chance to see some of my early art-blog work!
The abandoned barn sits in silence for almost forty years. A haven once cherished, now grown into ruins. The same owner. The same lofty perspectives. Only age has changed the barn and the man. A well-loved tire swing fell from the rafters some twenty-odd years ago, most likely ropes gnawed by hungry rats. Dust and debris gathers in the corners, over the gates, and floating in the air, seemingly never to lift. But there is still life within. Every year around the same time, early autumn, a group of teens gather to smoke, play around, and talk about the already-missed summer days before the school bell rings the following week. The owner, Joel Miller, allows this. He recalls days that he would have done the same. His best childhood friend would never return. And it was his fault.
When I arrived in China, I was in complete culture shock for nearly a month. One of the hardest tasks for me was reading the street signs and picking out certain foods from the restaurant menus. Most of the time if the plastic sheets had pictures, I would state, "I want-" in Mandarin Chinese and point to the item that I was interested in eating. As I got better at the language, I was able to go into a restaurant and cite off a list of memorized orders, hoping that I wasn't asking for something like spiced duck neck. That happened once on an adventurous point-to-the-menu moment, and it actually turned out to be really good! I found that when in doubt, vegetables were a safe bet.