T. Kelley

As a naiad, Serene lived in a river. It wasn’t a very big river, more a creek really, but she enjoyed it all the same.

After completing the game, I examined the story of it and compared it to my favorite little story plot map, the Save the Cat! beat sheet.

She pressed her face against the glass and wondered where the Easter Bunny had hidden the eggs this time.

I’ve seen plenty of awesome places in the virtual world, so why not describe them?

My friend had forgone the typical cup pyramid and was trying to see how tall of a tower he could build with the cups.

From the beginning, I knew Ms. Hess was a piece of work. This short scene gave me a chance to prove just how terrible she could be.

After months of cold and gloom, life had returned to the garden.

There were dozens of buildings, all with ornate carvings and decorations that made the place feel like something out of a fantasy book.

The picture’s caption read, “Aliens Suspected in Spree of Kansas Crop Circle.” I shook my head. Did people even read that magazine?

The yellow leaves of the aspens looked like bits of sunlight captured by the thin, pale branches.

Have you ever thought of just driving away and starting fresh somewhere new? How far would you go, and would you go back?

The wind swirled around me and settled. When he did, the grassy field we’d spent the night in grew silent. That’s when I understood.

As if the smell of the trash bag wasn’t enough, I had to go out into the back alley which contained a scent so foul it put tears in my eyes.

I discovered a coffee shop that isn’t like your run of the mill Starbucks. No, this one is much more unique and memorable.

The dim light in the tavern flickered with the glow of the candles as Michael and I entered.

The air filled with the sound of quivering leaves, the distant calls of songbirds, and our steady footsteps as we ascended the trail.

From the top of gumdrop pass, I could see a vast, dense forest of lollipops that stretched far to the north.

Admittedly, my track record did suggest that I might, maybe need to hone in some of this excess energy.

This time around I did things a little differently. I decided to attempt making some poetry.

My forehead wrinkled as I tried to understand what he meant. “I move my lips and let the words come out."