Knuckleballer: Art

I created this image to go with my story “Knuckleballer.” If this goes through to publication, I’ll do a better-quality version.

Riley Miller: Fictional Major League Baseball Knuckleballer

Links to the story:

Knuckleballer, Part 1
Knuckleballer, Part 2
Knuckleballer, Part 3
Knuckleballer, Part 4
Knuckleballer, Part 5 (end)

*Do not copy this without the permission of MJ Twain.*

Sketchbook

This story is very, very rough, and the ending is weak. Still, there’s something I like about it. I plan to revisit it in the near future. Don’t be surprised to see it used as a Story Page. What’s a “Story Page”? As of today, they don’t exist, but they will. I’m going to take [...]

The Girl Who Could Fly, Part 4: The Conclusion

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Even after years spent working for Harold, Sugar had very few personal items at the office, and fewer friends. One less friend than she thought.
When they were little, she and Harold were two peas in a pod, as her grandmother used to say. It was easy to assume their friendship stayed the same. Over the [...]

The Girl Who Could Fly, Part 3

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“A blog?”
Sugar didn’t know what to say. The interview was time wasted. She suspected Harold had intended it to help. If she were a more forthright person, she’d ask. But he was already mad at her lack of art production. Why make it worse?
“It’s a popular blog,” he told her. “She also freelances for the [...]

The Girl Who Could Fly, Part 2

“I have to get it back.”
Harold might have been annoyed, compassionate, or scornful. Sugar didn’t care to know. She fixed her gaze on the detailed pencil drawing of the Sears Tower that had been framed and given to Harold at the last holiday party.
It leaned against the front of his gunmetal gray desk. He [...]

The Girl Who Could Fly, Part 1

She dreamt of flying. Sure, everyone dreamt of flying, but Sugar really dreamed she could do it.
Her nighttime movies were full of flight. She felt the weight of her body suspended by the strings of will. She smelled the wind currents swirl flowers and mountains’ breath. She heard the world’s complaints drop away beneath miles [...]