Andrea Standby
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Share your heART, use your voice, accept your truths so you can be free.
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Aerodynamics
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The plane crashed in 2067, two hundred long years before the night of the living dead. Legend said the crew aboard that plane was the last hope for saving the American Resistance against the warfare of its own government.
By Andrea Standby4 years ago in Fiction
How Salad Changed My Life
Controversial opinion: The best summer food is salad. If I met a genie who granted me the opportunity to eat one food for the rest of my life, I'd choose salad. Why? Because ANYTHING can be a salad if you play your cards right. I learned this the hard way, so let me explain:
By Andrea Standby4 years ago in Feast
Valley of the Beasts
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The humans would never suspect it, but the Beast Clans knew they'd come. Silicon Valley was, after all, the global center for innovation, and destined to become a gold mine as the world leaped toward the new. The human need for attention and entertainment met the latest technological treasure trove. Beast Clans created a hoard of wealth that was never before imagined in the minerals of computer chips and 20th century transistors. It was only a matter of time before the Dragon Lords jumped on board.
By Andrea Standby4 years ago in Fiction
On Letting Go
Mom, I wish we could be close, but I’m tired. I can’t take responsibility for your pain anymore. I’m sorry you grew up in a time where marriage to a man dictated your worth, but you chose a broken, abusive person to love. Instead of believing who he told you he really was, you dreamed up a fantasy and lived inside of it, never accepting the facts.
By Andrea Standby4 years ago in Confessions
True Morels. Runner-Up in The Fantasy Prologue.
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley. They only came because I begged them. It was an ordinary day. I had spent it wandering through the Valo Forest looking for my prize: a basket full of elderberries and wild spring onions and true morel mushrooms. The basket tapped against my waist and the muck of the undergrowth squelched beneath the soles of my bare feet. I hurried along the trail back home. Behind me, the sun lay to rest with a final, blood-red flick of flame between the darkened canopies of the forest, which twisted its way up the nearby mountains like the knuckles of a gnarled old man.
By Andrea Standby4 years ago in Fiction
