They both knew the day would come when the student surpassed the teacher. He was no longer the trusty sidekick, the apprentice to a mentor. In a supreme test of power to decide who was the master, they prepared for a final battle. No mere quarrel, this was a fight to the death. Each drawing on … Continue reading Magician’s apprentice
Category: WP Writing
A salty lullaby
During the first months of my life, I swam in the warm ocean of my mother's womb. Adrift on gentle waves, I breathed in her briny abundance, and was soothed to sleep by her tender lullaby. Salt pulsed through my veins, creating an undeniable bond with the sea. Hours from the end of my life, … Continue reading A salty lullaby
Frog prince
Will you recognize your prince? Can you look past the warts, See his regal countenance? Shiny armor is a thin veneer, Weak in its forging. False heroes are never clear. True champions need no trophies. A smile, a laugh their prize. Your heart they hope to appease. Be open to fate, take a chance With … Continue reading Frog prince
Our Mabel
In a family full of rowdy boys, she was our little angel. Never a whimper, or complaint, she always smiled. Tiny from birth, she looked like a porcelain doll, our perfect little lady. We thought she was the answer to our prayers. We didn't realize the answer instead was, "no."
Drives her crazy
The long drop to her driver's seat jarred her teeth. In the lower position, her eyes were level with the top of the steering wheel, her knees brushed the bottom of the wheel. It shouldn't have surprised her, since her husband drove her car the day before. Grabbing the seat's adjustment lever, she yanked on … Continue reading Drives her crazy
A writer of tales
I think I was born with a book in my hands. Once I met Dick, Jane and Spot, and learned how to control that magical superpower - reading - there was no stopping me. I flew dragons on Pern, rode sandworms across the vast deserts of Dune, and sailed the oceans aboard a pink sea … Continue reading A writer of tales
Gone fishin’
The teenagers took a break from their digging. Using the old shovels they took from their grandpa’s tool shed as levers, they climbed out of the waist-deep hole. They tossed the shovels across mounds of loose dirt, then found shade under a spreading oak. Sprawling out on the soft grass, Joss pulled his dusty T-shirt … Continue reading Gone fishin’
