Pluto Wolnosci
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Founder of the Collecting Dodo Feathers community. Creator. Follow me:
Stories (25/0)
- Top Story - September 2023
Writing Prompts for the Curious CreativeTop Story - September 2023
Recently, I’ve been incorporating songs into my novel writing, and it's made me realize how much of my creativity comes from my engagement with various forms of art. I've written poems for advertisements, discovered short story inspiration from a well-designed garden, and reshaped characters based on how I perceived they would react to a very fussy dessert.
By Pluto Wolnosci8 months ago in Writers
Air, Land or Sea
Scup placed the thick ribbon around my eyes and the book and candle shop — deemed unfit to insure —disappeared to blackness. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the thick cotton scratched the delicate skin around my eyes. He had prepared so thoroughly I couldn’t start his surprise with a complaint.
By Pluto Wolnosci9 months ago in Chapters
Moments of Perihelion
I sit on my bed, kicking my feet a foot above the floor. My wet braids on my shoulders dampen my favorite pajamas (the ones with the ruffles). My father flips the switch. With the shades drawn tight and the lights off, my room is dark and large, a cave I am unused to. I can’t stop the nervous giggle I’m slowly learning other people don’t have.
By Pluto Wolnosci10 months ago in Families
Gingerbread House
Fattened up and happy He would leave us there as kids, especially Mary Katherine and me while the two younger kids would nap. It was meant to be "time with Dad," but it became "time with Grandma." His father would sit in an armchair in the living room while she made cookies with us. Her old bones tired, she would slump into one of the old colonial round-back kitchen chairs I cherished - hugs in wood form.
By Pluto Wolnosci11 months ago in Men
A Return to the Longest Day
The door clicked and hissed as the lock released, only slightly sturdier than the curtain it had replaced. The warm interior gave way to the grey night outside. Sid stepped out into the overcast night, still surprised, even in his third repetition of this evening, that the world existed in color. His history of this place had been so shaded by the black-and-white movies, he often forgot that history
By Pluto Wolnosciabout a year ago in Fiction
