Storytelling Through Art.
My goal is to show experiences in a meaningful way through short stories and hand-drawn sketches.
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"Hey!" Renee didn't hear the word, but she saw the wave, the open mouth, and the frantic college student running toward her. They trotted silently next to each other as Renee counted off the last half mile. Finally she stopped and looked at her roommate, the one who had ignored her all semester. "I didn't know you ran!" Her roommate, Cam, grinned at her. Renee locked her hands behind her back, so she didn't prattle off with something sarcastic like, Oh, you didn't know deaf people could run? Cam stood there for one more minute and then waved half-heartedly, jogging off in the other direction. Renee shook her head and threw open the door to her room, hoping Cam would leave her alone so she could get work done.
A winter freeze was unusual at that time of year. By the end of March the world around Xavier normally felt like springtime. Not so that day. For the last two weeks his world had been frozen. The snow wouldn't stop!
The walls of the dank cave shattered into boulders with a CRACK! as rocks and debris collapsed around Kirstin. The dust of the ruined mine billowed around her head. Or whatever it was. It must be killing her. She was overcome by a fit of coughing, creating a spasm in her chest that brought her to her knees. "Tim!" She hollered hoarsely, but couldn't see her fiance anywhere. Her eyes filled with tears from worry and choking. Surely this rockslide indicated a collapse deeper in the tunnel.
Minotaur in Hot Water
This story is the fifth in a Summer Fiction Series challenge where I scribble a short story based on a book. This story prompt includes a bull, with the concept inspired from The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway. The illustrations are also created by Hannah Marie.
Not much happens here in our sleepy little town. My hovercraft motors quietly down the Way, our main highway designed specifically for this type of vehicle. There are a couple less fortunate of us who have to take the Bug, the newer version of what was once called a bus in ancient times. It attaches a minimum of three cars together, creating a wiggly, larger version of the similarly-named insect. I wave at my neighbor as I approach my home, eager to see the meal on the table, as my job at electronics maintenance was as busy as it has ever been. I park my hovercraft and anchor it, plugging the cord in to the side of our house. I mash the button that opens the side door and it whooshes open. I jump inside and it snaps closed. There have been many times when we first moved into this Compartment that part of my clothes got stuck in the door. Now we have upgraded to better quality clothes, so there is no extra cloth that hangs down to get caught on things. All of our clothes are snug Crimex, a upgraded version of what used to be spandex.
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.