Levin Wundy
Bio
Lost in a mega-city named for angels
Stories (4/0)
The Snag
The Couple carried a ball of light between their hands, and each minute spent with the other felt like gold. The feathers of a new relationship had their feet barely touching the ground as they walked side by side. But <that dreaded, anticipated word> there were two boxes that they always carried on their backs.
By Levin Wundy2 years ago in Poets
Black and White Fire
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a night very much like this one, a quiet summer night with a light breeze. I had been to the cabin as a kid, but through the years, wild shrubbery had overtaken any semblance of a path; I would now need a machete to get there.
By Levin Wundy2 years ago in Horror
Halo Halo in Tucson, Arizona
My two sisters and I grew up in Tucson, Arizona in the 90s. During the summer, our parents did not put us into school or camp, but left us to our own devices. We did not have the Internet yet, but we were privileged to live on an acre of undeveloped Sonoran desert. As the eldest, I haphazardly misguided my sisters into the desert realm, getting cholla cacti stuck in our feet, and harassing the poor harvester ants and western fence lizards. Later into the summer, when the dreaded hum of cicadas meant that it was too hot for us to venture outside, we usually found ourselves making alien voices in front of the stand fan, watching cartoons, or fighting. Usually it was a mixture.
By Levin Wundy2 years ago in Families
They Turned Us Into Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Some debate it, but it’s generally accepted that Maggie and I discovered the first one in the Valley de Los Viejos Bar, also known as the Valley. We were never supposed to be there that day but it was Maggie’s birthday, and she had a thing for the Valley and a thing for drinking. We skipped work and walked in with the glow of the beautiful spring day behind us and found ourselves waiting for Bob the bartender... when I caught a golden flash coming from a side-glimpse of the stranger sitting next to us.
By Levin Wundy2 years ago in Fiction