Stephanie Van Orman
Bio
I write novels like I am part-printer, part book factory, and a little girl running away with a balloon. I'm here as an experiment and I'm unsure if this is a place where I can fit in. We'll see.
Stories (75/0)
Kiss of Tragedy
Juliet arrived at the observatory a few minutes before midnight. It was early October. The weather was chilly, even though the first snow had not yet fallen. She had brought her winter coat as well as her toque to help fight the frigid wind. She didn’t know how long she would be able to sit outside since the observatory was not an enclosed space, but simply a gigantic telescope on top of one of the science buildings. However, the top floor had a comfortable heated room that led out onto the roof, so everyone was meeting there before staring in wonder at the moon.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Fiction
My Adventure in Red Satin
Every year, my husband has a work party before Christmas. It’s in a ballroom at a fancy hotel on the waterfront. I look on it as one of the events of the year and what I wear to it totally matters. When it comes to the dress I wear to such an event, I think of it with relatively the same feelings I have when I buy wrapping paper. As long as it’s shiny, it only has to last 15 minutes, so quality is not the main concern.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Styled
Negotiations with the Dead - Part One
Negotiating with the Dead - Part One Dear Margaret Atwood, I have begun reading your book Negotiating with the Dead: A Writer on Writing. I am far too shy to write to you or trouble you with the wonderings of my mind. I doubt you reading this would add anything to your day, but as I read I find that I very much want to reply to you like we were having tea and having a conversation. You say to me the words that you have written in the book and I reply in a way that is so quiet, you can't hear me and I can't interrupt you. I doubt my reflection on your thoughts would add anything to your great vault of knowledge and experience, but I'd like to dissect them more carefully.
By Stephanie Van Orman2 years ago in Fiction