Penny Fuller
Bio
(Not my real name)- Other Labels include:
Lover of fiction writing and reading. Aspiring global nomad. Woman in science. Most at home in nature. Working my way to an unconventional life, story by story and poem by poem.
Stories (44/0)
Three Oh Eight
The vintage clock flips its last number from seven to eight on the nightstand. Electrical currents and the messages they carry shift too subtly for you to wake. If a doctor were here with sticky electrodes attached to your scalp and red and blue wires braiding away toward a screen, they would call this a seizure. But you do not know this, and there are no doctors around to know that they need to check.
By Penny Fuller3 days ago in Fiction
Do You Need to Practice Dialogue? Try This Prompt
I admit it, I hate dialogue. I hate it. I love writing stories. I love narrators and writing from the stream of consciousness of a character's perspective. My dialogue is typically economical and purpose-driven. It gets my characters from one plot point to another, but it is rarely the point of any portion of a story.
By Penny Fuller11 days ago in Writers
Millersville's Daughters
Happy Birthday to L.C. Schäfer. You challenged me to go a bit darker than I typically do with your Fucked Up Fairytales unofficial challenge. I'm not going to name the fable, it's pretty obvious. If you ignore this preface, I also managed to come in at exactly 366 words, as requested.
By Penny Fuller11 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2024
- Top Story - March 2024
The Gift I Cannot Give
Eighteen years into a marriage and twenty-two years into a relationship with the same person, I can tell you how happy I am after finding the right person. True love was not a divine gift from the heavens, though. After both agreeing to attempt happily ever after, it gets boring and hard to watch. Much of our love has been a carefully crafted structure made by two imperfect people. We have spent half a lifetime learning to respect one another and achieve shared goals. Because of this work, when I see my husband, I see a true love, a co-parent, a partner and the person who supported (and sometimes caused the need for) most of the emotional growth in my adulthood.
By Penny Fuller2 months ago in Confessions
Silent Snow
In mid-October, it arrives how it always does: Rapid. Enduring. The rain starts to muffle its frenetic drumbeat on the metal roof of our cabin. Precipitation will still fall, but now it will come without announcing itself. It will build layer upon layer- a muted pressure that strains the rafters to near breaking.
By Penny Fuller3 months ago in Fiction
