Karl Van Lear
Bio
I'm a screenwriter and story writer with a BA in Literature (creative writing concentation) from UCSC.
Stories (3/0)
Wendigo's Moose
South of Saskatoon in Southern Saskatchewan, fertile farmland produces megatons of wheat and other food crops yearly. This story doesn’t take place there. North of Saskatchewan the fallow soil of the subarctic tundra grows stubby grass, moss, and lichens. This story doesn’t take place there either. Between those two tracts of land is a six-hundred-mile-wide stretch of boreal forest in the midst of winter’s grip. Now there’s a place for a story.
By Karl Van Lear3 years ago in Fiction
Tsunami of Cats
I put my hand out but couldn't reach her even though we were in the same room. She laughed, not at me, at the TV—something to do with mice. It was a pleasant evening outside. Inside it was just evening. I asked her to change the channel to something more interesting and she replied that I should change into something more interesting first. She had the remote and is sometimes packing a nine so I went and sat in my easy chair.
By Karl Van Lear3 years ago in Fiction
How I Became a Vegan
A week ago, at breakfast, my alphabet cereal spelled Doom in my bowl. I decided then and there to switch to Cheerios. Two days later my Cheerios wrote Doom in my bowl. It seems Cheerios stole a D and an M from the alphabet cereal box, which sits nearby on the shelf in the breakfast section. I felt a conspiracy brewing and rifled through my cupboards to find the ringleader because I’m not the kind of guy to slink away when my food staples start ganging up on me. I’m the apex predator here, not those multi-grain minions. I felt if I could identify the instigator I could put an end to this uprising.
By Karl Van Lear3 years ago in Fiction
