Passed the First Read

Today I learned that a story I’d submitted to Writers of the Future passed the first read! This means, someone read it and now it will be passed on for further reads and judging for a contest.  The name of the story is The Place with No Name.

Then, today I submitted another story entitled: Point Westerly. It’s about a dragon and a place.

I’m excited!

Watch

She watches

first the sunlight

across his face

while he sleeps.

 

He stirs

and finally moves

as the bright rays

drive him from his resting place.

 

Time

minutes

perhaps a hour

the light shifts

to another

corner.

 

Until

finally

midmorning

only shadows rest

upon the walls.

 

Time to go

to work now.

She thinks,

someday

she’ll only

have the watching

to do

(C) Glenda Kotchish

July 3, 2018

 

A Place With No Name

Paging through my stories I found a fairy tale: A Place With No Name.  I made a few edits and submitted in a contest for Science Fiction and Fantasy.  Here’s the first paragraph.  Wish me luck!

Once upon a time…oh what a time it was, far away from here and ages upon ages ago, there was a place that had no name. It was so long ago that mountains were three times as tall as they are today having not been worn down by the ravages of time. And rivers, scores of them, rushed through valleys, poured down crevices and disappeared in underground caverns so large that whales traversed these subterranes with ease and used them as birthing places.

Glenda

Cards

Sympathy cards

Out number

Birthday cards

For me

These days.

 

© Glenda Kotchish

June 17, 2018

Worries

My friends and I have been discussing the magnificent mind of the human.  Our brains are exceptional because we can, unlike most animals, see into the future–invent various scenarios and outcomes for any given even. We can look into the future and we can plan.

We think, forecast and bring into reality the very ideas which we imagine. Amazing, is it not?

But there is a fly in the ointment. We find ourselves conjuring up the worse, horrific consequences, things within our power, things not within our power to command.

This story, written over the course of two days, is the result of our discussions plus my own personal speculations of every day, inconsequential events.

Meet Queenie.  Click here to read The Horrors of Mr. Mann.