Wendy Musk
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Creative curriculum designer/ Director, Shakespeare Repertory/ Author:"Writing By Heart"; "Word Market"; "Global Game". Flutist/ recording artist. Forever student, word lover.
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It was a phenomenon Honey Gourami had noticed over the years, that the very students for whom she had the most affection were the ones whom Fourspine Stickleback, Head of AP Aquatics, could not abide. They sent his blood pressure up like a geyser and turned his fins a murky green, above which his dorsal spines rose like bayonets. Such was the case this Monday morning, shortly after water safety class began, when Ms. Gourami heard what sounded like a series of small explosions reverberating through the aquarium wall and swam over to investigate. There was Stickleback, hurling colored pebbles at the new porcelain castle with such displaced vehemence that bits of painted glass spit back at his astonished students. Jack Dempsey the shoal's big kahuna, worked feverishly through this distraction, already in hot water for overdue snail-work, and threatened as he was with another fish-egg zero that would knock his GPA egregiously out of whack in the penultimate term of senior swim. And while Jack’s electric blue, glimmering good looks dazzled most fish, Stickleback, whose motto, There’s safety in numbers!, was tattooed on the underside of his silver belly — remained impervious to Jack’s charms— physical, intellectual, or acquatic.
By Wendy Musk3 years ago in Fiction
The Twin Paradox. Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge.
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I know this to be true, as I know that panic depletes oxygen, that liquid water is required to support life, and that my life suddenly makes no sense now that we’re apart. Sound is just vibrating air, and there’s no air outside. No atmosphere. No “they” to say anything anymore.
By Wendy Musk3 years ago in Fiction
