Artist, writer, web developer
My bag is filled with fallen leaves.
I pick them one by one, and place them on the kitchen table. Six are green, four yellow. Two in between.
At dinner time they are joined by two cherries, a few crumbs.
In the morning they drown in a puddle of coffee.
Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by a photograph, other times they are the inspiration for images, to complement the stories.
They don’t need to pose, or touch-up their make up. They look great as they are:
It landed on a foggy night, somewhere in the suburbs. Its surface covered with intricate decorations, a message for us maybe.
But we didn’t understand.
Its inhabitants were out in no time, making sense of their surroundings. Making themselves at home.
That was the first. Soon there would be more.
Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by a photograph, other times they are the inspiration for images, to complement the stories.
Shapes, textures, greyness.
A small view of the architectural mix & match that is London.
In spite of the appearance, the creature has a soft, green heart.
As I reach over, I sense a little movement, a shiver, like a faint voice. Startled, I withdraw my hand and walk away.
When I am back the creature is still there.
The pulse draws me toward it.
Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by a photograph, other times they are the inspiration for images, to complement the stories.
23:23, I knock at the door. The instructions were clear.
I knock again, this time it opens, I step inside. No sound, just the clicking of my heels on the hard floor.
Hundreds of candles burning, a mattress on the floor, a sleeping shape. I get close.
It’s me.
Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by a photograph, other times they are the inspiration for images, to complement the stories.
From the ever growing archives. Not really random, but I feel random enough.
So it’ll do for today.
On a foggy morning, while walking through the old town, I came upon a strange shop.
Filled with curiosity, I peaked through the glass door.
Inside two men, busy at work. One held a body-less head, the other, a leg.
When they finally looked up, I screamed and ran.
Mini sagas are short, self-contained stories, of exactly 50 words. I’m using them as a way to practise storytelling. Sometimes inspired by a photograph, other times they are the inspiration for images, to complement the stories.
