Stink Bug Saturday. It’s become a regular thing on this blog. I write a chapter every week to continue the story that started with a silly photo of a stink bug in my home office quite literally blocking my escape.
They look like burrowing owls…
Category Archives: Writing
Stink Bug – Chapter 5
I stared closely at the white cliff wall as I climbed down. It was crystalline and beautiful, like snowflakes compressed together. As I moved downward, different crystal surfaces lit up and twinkled in the sunlight. The cave entrance had all but disappeared from this perspective. I wondered if I could find it again. Panic gripped me. What if I couldn’t find it again? Would I be trapped here forever?Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 5”
Minions
I leaned back in the stiff leather chair, gazing up at the ceiling. Casually, I spun the chair a little to the right, then a little to the left. The ceiling tiles bore no answer. I rubbed my hand across my face and sighed.Continue reading “Minions”
Stink Bug – Chapter 3
All was whiteness around me. I wasn’t sure if I was swimming or walking. There was some manner of firmness that I pushed off from with my feet, propelling myself forward. But then the air, or whatever it was, was thick and I caught myself paddling with my arms.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 3”
Random Science Poems Written on the Spot
Tonight, I was at a loss for what to blog about. The prompts I have available are not as inspiring as usual. So I asked the hive mind for suggestions:
@paleololigo Acid?
— Liana Brooks (@LianaBrooks) March 28, 2013
Solitary or Colonial?
National Blog Posting Month – March 2013 – Risk
Prompt – Would you rather start something on your own or as a member of a team?Continue reading “Solitary or Colonial?”
I need a mentor
National Blog Posting Month – March 2013 – Risk
Prompt – Who out there in the world would be the best mentor for your ideas and goals?Continue reading “I need a mentor”
Short Story: Flynn
Flynn wended his way along the muddy path from the farrier’s shop to the stable. The wind gusted, carrying a late winter chill and a few snowflakes. Flynn braced himself momentarily against the wind, then continued forward, trying to keep as much as possible out of the deep mud in the center of the path. The edges of the path were slippery with half-melted snow, causing him to stagger into the mud more often than he liked.Continue reading “Short Story: Flynn”
The Order of the Eagle
I had a curious dream last night. A little nugget of thought. A snapshot of a story. Maybe it will develop into something larger. Maybe it will become incorporated into something I’ve already written.
The dream was about a group of fighting men who have been backed into a corner and know that defeat is upon them. Continue reading “The Order of the Eagle”
Short Story: Jason’s Invitation
A short story, or I guess just a scene, from the early life of Jason. In the book Prince of Herongarde, Jason is on the verge of 16, the age at which young men may attain the Mark of Herongarde. This scene happens ten years earlier, when Jason first enters training.Continue reading “Short Story: Jason’s Invitation”
Penny Higgins - Storyteller • Artist • Scientist 