Reija Sillanpaa
Bio
A wise person said, "Be your own audience". Therefore, I write fiction, poetry and about matters important and interesting to me. That said, I warmly welcome you into my audience.
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Stories (128/0)
The Spider and The Fly
The images by Tony Diterlizzi beautifully capture the spider and the fly in the style of an old black and white movie. The poem, as compelling now as it was when in was first written, serves as a powerful reminder how vanity can lead us to listen to dangerous words.
By Reija Sillanpaa8 months ago in Critique
The Mysteries of Harris Burdick
Each image wonderfully weird and sinister, capturing the imagination of a reader of any age. It is impossible to view the pictures and captions without imagining what came before and more importantly, what happened next. The beauty of the book, is that we will never know. A true master piece.
By Reija Sillanpaa8 months ago in Critique
The Watertower
A wonderful example of a picture book where the illustrations add to the story and mystery of the watertower. The closer you look at the illustrations, the more you see. The story leaves you with so many questions and sparks the imagination. What lurks in the waters of the watertower?
By Reija Sillanpaa8 months ago in Critique
Killer Heels
You stagger across the hallway. Killer heels on your feet and vodka on your breath. You come across a lift. Somewhere in your alcohol-filled brain a memory from childhood stirs. How fun it was to press every button and piss people off. You do that now and giggle.
By Reija Sillanpaa11 months ago in Fiction
Visitors
So many have gone So many will come after Visitors in time
By Reija Sillanpaaabout a year ago in Poets
Time
Mysterious beast Untamed, uncontrollable It has no master
By Reija Sillanpaaabout a year ago in Poets
Miracle And Wish Fulfilled
I thought I had seen it all in my hundred-and-three years. I had seen families come and go. Arguments, love, jealousy, and kindness. I had seen births and deaths, tears of happiness and sorrow, the whole life cycle. But nothing, absolutely nothing could ever have prepared me for what was to happen in the early hours of February sixth.
By Reija Sillanpaaabout a year ago in Fiction