Red moves. It can’t sit still. It follows the jazz in staccato twitches. They speak. They thank each other. They start a dance in what should be confusion and instead... perfection.

From the short story,
"Red" by Jude Bradley

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

 

This is my workspace.

As part of my writing

classes, I express

to my students how

important it is to

create a comfortable

area in which to work.

I love my attic room;

golden walls, slanted

ceilings, they form a

fortress around me

where I can welcome

my characters as they

come to life. They're

safe here, as they

emerge into existence.

         Photo: Cynthia Anne

FROM THE PAGES OF...

 

With every moment, I taste you again. Each memory fills my mouth. You entered with your turbulent, spinning madness and filled the corners, up to the ceiling, painted the walls a brilliant red, and told me it was the color of you.

From the short story,

"Gone Soon" by  Jude Bradley

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