LJ Pollard
Bio
As long as I can remember, I've been writing and sharing stories. Writing and storytelling, whether it be a humorous poem composed in five minutes, or an epic fantasy told over several novels, brings meaning and joy to life.
Stories (20/0)
Probably Just a Coincidence
The Setting: At a table in an Oklahoma prison. The Main Cast: Two men having a conversation One is a professed psychiatrist and atheist; the other is a professed demon on death row. One thinks he's there to provide an assessment on the other's sanity, but it's his in question.
By LJ Pollard 8 months ago in Critique
Make Creative Interpretations of Fairy Tales Again
Our heroine Danielle–a Cinderella who reads Utopia by firelight–is the archetype of a strong, independent woman. Yet the story does not tell us this. Her devotion to her principles, her compassion for others, her resourcefulness, her cheerful hopefulness do.
By LJ Pollard 8 months ago in Critique
- Top Story - July 2023
At the Crossroads of All the WorldTop Story - July 2023
Josias attempted to stare straight ahead in a line that crept along at a miserable pace. He hoped that no fellow traveler recognized that the Wakeful One perched on the sandstone cliffs above his head was there for him. That it had been tailing him since he had embarked from Elath three days ago.
By LJ Pollard 9 months ago in Fiction
Mirror, Mirror
Anja was inside the Facility, staring out the picture window in her Prime’s office and daydreaming. Her eyes skimmed past the blossoming cherry trees, their pink-tinted flowers waving delicately on the breeze, and they skimmed past the murky waters of the river. Instead, she focused on the patch of scrubby trees on the peninsula directly across from the Facility.
By LJ Pollard 2 years ago in Fiction
A Tail of Two Office Managers
During my day job, I have a human manager. But at night, for my preferred job of Aspiring Author, I have two managers, both of the feline variety. When I adopted Frodo and Pepsi as litter mates, I assumed that I would be the manager of their lives. But I was clearly mistaken, for even as wee babes, they were the ones who were managing me. For hours, they requested my constant facilitation of playtime. This usually involved a wand toy and a tunnel, and they would persist in so far as even dragging the wand to me at all hours of the day and night. Today, this still remains a task that they require daily.
By LJ Pollard 3 years ago in Petlife
