M. Fritz Wunderli
Bio
I love storytelling and the transformative process it brings for both readers and writers. I hope my stories have that same effect.
Check out my Instagram page- @vunderwrites.
Stories (7/0)
- First Place in Next Great [American] Novel Challenge
Mama Called Me MoneyFirst Place in Next Great [American] Novel Challenge
Mama called me Money. She’d scoop me up and say she had all the money she’d ever need in her arms. We were poor. Never had enough money to buy nothin’ new. My clothes came from thrift shops and donation centers. My food was bought with State money or donated from local churches. I ain’t ever seen a bill larger than a ten before I was twelve. Never had a television, never went to see movies, or went out to eat. It was just me and Mama in our small apartment, stuffing the windows and vents with towels or spare clothes to keep the heat from leaking out during the winter.
By M. Fritz Wunderli9 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge
Copper Sun RisingRunner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Everything was distorted by the thick glass, like looking through the bottom of a Coke bottle. She had to stand on the top of a wood crate, making herself taller by rising up on the tips of her toes. Her breath fogged up the pane. Little brown eyes gazed eagerly through the window as the blurred penny-colored sun set beneath the jagged molars of a distant cordillera. She loved watching it lazily sink like a slowly deflating balloon. From above, the haze blanketing the valley turned copper from the setting sun.
By M. Fritz Wunderliabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2022
The Rain MaidenTop Story - November 2022
A thousand years ago a drought plagued the village of Shan Yu. Not a drop of rain had fallen on the village in three years. Believing Shangdi was angry with the villagers, they danced in his name, praying for storms and rain to fall on Shan Yu. But after dancing for seven days and seven nights, not a single cloud appeared in the sky.
By M. Fritz Wunderli2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in After the Parade Challenge
