Inside the Door (167 Words) At the end of the road was a house. At the front of the house was a door. For a moment Elle stood staring at the door. It was so familiar in memory that it was strange to see it in real life. Even the wreath was the same, althoughContinue reading “Inside the Door”
South for the Winter (233 Words) The air was cold, but with the morning sun softening the clouds in pinks and grays, it looked like it should be warm. “I have to go,” Lanna said out loud.
Honeysuckle Morning (213 Words) “I thought I might find you here.” Llwan raised his head. His mouth crooked when he saw her and he raised his flask in a half-salute. Gina sat beside him. She took the flask from his loose grip and sniffed. “Honeysuckle?” “The best.” The elf moved so she could sit besideContinue reading “Honeysuckle Morning #writephoto”
Elf at Oars (167 Words) “It’s fifteen past eleven. Where is he?” Roran met the young woman’s anxious eyes with dispassion. “It was your idea to steal the key in broad daylight,” he said. “That was wise. We cannot be hunted by the blood-drinkers at day and the human guards are not so clever. ButContinue reading “Elf at Oars”
As requested by “Meow Keela,” we humbly present a drawing of the child who sometimes thinks she is a cat! We (that is, my Friend and I–Wallie can’t draw to save him) are somewhat ashamed that this young girl may or may not look two years old. Perhaps this is a “Meow” of the future.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to sail on clouds and catch flying fish? And of course, meet a dragon or two on the quest?
Of course trees can talk to you. Sometimes they make the best of friends.
Here’s a happy little fellow. These flying fish really do fly. 🙂 Apparently they enjoy warm weather as much as I (and Wallie) do.
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Why the Imp and I had decided to draw Sherlock Holmes as a dinosaur beggared all explanation. He wasn’t even wearing a deerstalker. Oh yeah. Believe it or not, this dinosaur was inspired by Sherlock Holmes.
There are lots of doors. Writing is a door. Art is a door. One of the facets of creative work that has always fascinated me most is the ability to inspire creation. When you see really compelling artwork, you don’t just see a 2D image–you see a story–and that is the beginning of your ownContinue reading “The Green Wood Door”