Randy Dannenfelser
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The Curious Call of the Calico Cat
The calico cat had been calling the White House for months. It was a strange situation, to say the least, but it was not the first time a random citizen had called to offer advice on some pressing issue. However, it was first time it was a cat, much less a calico.
By Randy Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
Sailing in the Sea of Self
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was when time slipped sideways into the moments between eternity and infinity. The old world was new again and all were neither asleep nor awake, while everything was impossibly possible. This was the moment when the old woman liked to venture out into the sea on her small boat. She knew we are all but sailors in the sea of ourselves.
By Randy Dannenfelser3 years ago in Fiction
Red Sky in the Morning
John shuffled along the sandy boardwalk toward the beach. He crested the last dune and saw the red streaked sky as the morning sun peeked over the horizon. Stepping off the boardwalk, he removed his sandals and spread his toes in the warm sand. He took a deep breath of the ocean breeze, then ambled off to the left, his sandals in one hand and frozen drink in the other.
By Randy Dannenfelser3 years ago in Humans
A Heart Full of Lightning Bugs
I stood near the dark wooden casket, waiting for the viewing to start. Staring down at dad, dressed in the dark three-piece suit he hated, he looked as empty and lifeless as I felt. As empty and lifeless as this depressing room, with its faded wallpaper and its cloying smell of flowers and chemicals. Dad had been so full of life, then struck down so swiftly by the heart attack. A widow maker they called it, but mom had passed last year. Perhaps they should call it an orphan maker, since now there was an empty void where my parents had once stood. A void as empty as my heart. I had not wept when mom died after her long lingering illness, perhaps since she had already been gone for so long, her eyes empty for years. But dad was taken so quickly that I only felt shock; surely the tears will come later, when it all truly sinks in.
By Randy Dannenfelser4 years ago in Families
Altars of the Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Hadn’t been for longer than any of the villagers could remember. But the peddlers who traveled between villages in their jingling, barrel-shaped wagons selling their traded wares and bits of news old and new, they said the signs were everywhere for those who knew how to look. But most said there had been no sign of those horrendous creatures since the last great war so many generations ago that only the peddlers remembered any of the passed down tales. Tales of terrifying weapons of war that had burned alive entire armies, scorching the earth and leaving blacken fields where nothing grew to this day, the only sign they had ever existed, that and the dragon mounds.
By Randy Dannenfelser4 years ago in Fiction
The Glimmer Academy
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But when there were... Esther settled back in her old leather office chair, and it creaked in protest. She extinguished the lamps with a flick of her hand and closed her eyes to focus. Then hesitated a long moment, but she could still feel the faint call tickling just at the edge of her awareness. It seemed like a weak talent, but a talent nonetheless, and they couldn't afford to have another one snatched up by the guardians sect.
By Randy Dannenfelser4 years ago in Fiction
