Dionne Galace

…it’s not really not about Superman. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a planet called Krypton. Its inhabitants—a peace-loving community of scientists, intellectuals, philosophers living in a socialist utopia—were called Kryptonians. One of the scientists, a vastly intelligent man called Jor-El discovered that their sun—a red one—is about to [...]

Here’s another one of those WIPs I started and didn’t finish. It just kind of petered out. I may pick it up again someday when I feel like it. Who knows. But check it out. ———- “I’m sorry, sir, but this card has been declined.” Even with the pounding bass of the techno music in [...]

Here is something I wrote for my Personal Narrative class. It’s a “dream narrative” written in stanzas. He sits, just as he’s always done, At the foot of my bed, in his white suit— White jacket, white pants, white shirt, white shoes— I’m almost sure his underwear is also white, But I never see it. [...]

Here’s something I wrote in 30 minutes for a freewriting exercise in my novella class. I am directly transcribing this from my writing journal, no editing. Please excuse if it sucks. When I was fourteen years old, I lost my virginity to Hank Ericson. At the time, it didn’t really mean anything. Not to me, [...]

In honor of one of my heroes, Kurt Vonnegut, I decided to post this for all you writers and would-be writers out there. It’s from his collection of short fiction called Bagombo Snuff Box. Check it out. 1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not [...]