NYC Midnight Flash Fiction 2016 (Challenge 2, Group 3 – fantasy/cotton plantation/mustard) Tarjon, the Dwarf Lord, was having a bad day. Several days earlier, his entire legion of faerie slaves had escaped. The witch who stood before him did nothing to disguise her distaste for Tarjon’s lair. She wrinkled her nose and hugged her… Continue reading Happily →
NYC Midnight Flash Fiction 2016 (Challenge 1, Group 3 -Thriller / frozen river / teacup) The memory of sun-warmed berries overhanging crisp, bright-rushing water swam languidly in Marie’s mind as she lay shivering against the snow pack, staring out at the solid grey mass of ice before her. She picked at the edge… Continue reading The Cure-All →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 3 – Sci-fi, convention center, pumpkin pie.) “Can’t we put off the Gathering, just till tomorrow night? I feel… strange.” Elle searched Maggie’s gentle face for any hint of assent. “That’s just your way,” Maggie cupped her chin and smiled. “You’re always a nervous one. Marcus of the Dwarves will be here.… Continue reading The Gathering →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 3 – Sci-fi, convention center, pumpkin pie.) “Can’t we put off the Gathering, just till tomorrow night? I feel… strange.” Elle searched Maggie’s gentle face for any hint of assent. “That’s just your way,” Maggie cupped her chin and smiled. “You’re always a nervous one. Marcus of the Dwarves will be here.… Continue reading The Gathering →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 2 – Mystery, wax museum, zipper) Adrenaline laced her veins. The blood cells that would be first to leave her body kept up their perpetual joyride around her system, oblivious to the part they would soon play. For us, time crept. Sleepless, yet dreamlike. A stillness felt through the skeletons… Continue reading Burned →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 2 – Mystery, wax museum, zipper) Adrenaline laced her veins. The blood cells that would be first to leave her body kept up their perpetual joyride around her system, oblivious to the part they would soon play. For us, time crept. Sleepless, yet dreamlike. A stillness felt through the skeletons… Continue reading Burned →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge GR 21 – Romantic Comedy, Private Island, Walking Stick) In her lucid moments, Joanie often felt she was little more than a crazy old crippled lady with her walking stick and her thump, thump, thumping on the wall that would eventually, obviously, drive her beloved husband mad. Drive him away.… Continue reading Genesis →
(NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge GR 21 – Romantic Comedy, Private Island, Walking Stick) In her lucid moments, Joanie often felt she was little more than a crazy old crippled lady with her walking stick and her thump, thump, thumping on the wall that would eventually, obviously, drive her beloved husband mad. Drive him away.… Continue reading Genesis →
In Douglas Burdens’s The Battle of Giants there are two men who have laid their money down on killing a bull moose with no less than a 72 inch rack. With this betting they have made subsistence hunting into a game that seems to be a waste of this particular […]
I believe that all the genres of Alaska literature have a connection to the landscape. I think that it is impossible to write of Alaska without including the landscape and wilderness. Even in our largest cities of Anchorage and Fairbanks it is there looming in our backyards tempting us. The […]
Initially, I was not looking forward to this class or the content. I remember my Alaska Studies lessons with discontent, and used to find I wasn’t interested in the literature or history that my state had. However, upon discovering the absolutely engaging content in the assigned book, I was […]
Alaskan literature differs from other literature in one very important way: it is not composed by only those native to Alaska. Over the course of this semester, I noticed that while there was a large amount of literature written by those who live in Alaska, there was an equal amount […]
Alaska Literature tells stories in many different formats. Poems about Alaska paint pictures as they use descriptive language to share a story. “The grey shepherds of the tundra pass like islands of smoke,” writes John Haines in The Field of Caribou. The beautiful language of his work draws you […]
