A Writer's Pen

     Good day! Today, I will be sharing a rather short work of fiction that I wrote last fall for a contest. As always, enjoy! Only a Child Some people see skyscrapers when they look at a field. Others a clock as doom drawing near. Some see windows, others see mirrors. But who sees the footprints of elves in the kitchen? Who sees the twinkle of gold in the night sky? Only a child. My hand was suspended above me within the stony grip of The Girl. They called her my sister, but I often doubted our relation. However, my feelings for my other companion were quite the opposite. Clutched tightly to my chest was my longtime playfellow, Bear. We had passed many years in the company of each other, but our friendship had never known change.  Our path down the sidewalks drew near to its end as we approached Forest Edge Park. Just like every other weekday after school, we would spend the day there until dusk slinked up the horizon and stole the sky.  “Go play with your ...

    Hello!  I hope you that had an auspicious past two weeks and are now ready for a new feature of A Writer's Pen!     I've been toying with the idea of posting some of my own fiction work for quite some time. It was one of my primary ideas for content when I started this blog, but I never quite had the material that I was looking to post. Luckily, I recently wrote a piece and found that it was just the sort of story   that   I had been hoping for!    I wrote this flash fiction for a contest. It's always refreshing to take a breather from the normal flow of writing and explore a new style. In this story, I pursued the concept of a story being directly told by the character to the reader. Instead of the typical feel of a novel, I sought to write a story that you can feel being told in a hushed voice around the dying embers of a fire. Not quite a full story, but the beginning of an untold adventure.       It was a rewa...