Pluto Wolnosci

Joined June 2022

34 stories

Bio

Founder of the Collecting Dodo Feathers community. Creator. Follow me:

Stories (34)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

Belief, Unneeded
“Nothing comes in blue nothing natural, at least,” she says, as I trim
By Pluto Wolnosci3 years ago in Poets
After a cold winter
I did not believe last spring in the beginning that life could return
By Pluto Wolnosci3 years ago in Poets
Many a Little Makes a Mickle
It had been a long day without a lot to show for it. Orphir bought a bun at the street seller, tipping the little extra because they knew Martin had saved the last adzuki bean, their favorite.
By Pluto Wolnosci3 years ago in Fiction
Ephemerals
She wasn’t quite sure what this creature was—a giant squirrel? a small bear?—The most recent incursion had shaken her head a bit and it took awhile for the clanking of metal to fully register. For a moment she thought it might be a malformed goat—belled as they often were, tasty musical morsels—but then the sun glinted off the armor and there was no doubt. The royal children of any real age had been spent. They had loosed the last and youngest in a final, last ditch effort to roust her from the mountains.
By Pluto Wolnosci3 years ago in Fiction
Marathon Line-Up
Predawn walk over the bridge from the Pentagon. Voices carry in the fog. Lights diffuse from flashlights carried in gloved hands,
By Pluto Wolnosci3 years ago in Poets
Pet Sound
"But let’s talk about it." He pulled the familiar green and black cardboard out of the glove compartment and stuffed the white cassette in the deck. I couldn’t help tsking, “Can’t we put on some real rock & roll?” as the perfectly blended male voices filled the station wagon.
By Pluto Wolnosci3 years ago in Beat
Aluminum Anniversary
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. While technically true, in practice you don’t spend a lot time in the vacuum of space, so everyone can hear you scream in the spaceport burrow where we’re all sardined.
By Pluto Wolnosci3 years ago in Fiction
Spleeny
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Through the fog mull the light flickered, taunting across the half-mile river we called a lake. All else a sheet of gray, with that pinprick of light. Cussid shack no small bother for me.
By Pluto Wolnosci4 years ago in Fiction
Sticky Sweet
Summer taste like a cherry popsicle because Jessica cried when I said I took the last banana but don’t tell mom I dripped it on the couch and how many times did she tell us to take them outside anyway.
By Pluto Wolnosci4 years ago in Feast
The Sun Comes Late to the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. The sentence hung in the air between the two women. Sahre felt the weight of it, hanging threateningly at her chest, throbbing with her heartbeat. This was blasphemous; though the meaning of blasphemous had changed a lot in the month she had lain within the stones of this convent.
By Pluto Wolnosci4 years ago in Fiction