Dana Crandell
Bio
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
Achievements (14)
Stories (318)
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Going for the Gold
There it was, glorious and inviting, the perfect reward for his patience and planning. They hadn't even bothered to encase it. It was boldly displayed on a simple platform, completely unguarded. Tubs was disappointed in the lack of imagination, but not stupid enough to pass up such a perfect opportunity.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
Running For It
He would have to move fast. Even then, it would be risky. It had come down to speed and guts and the prize was in sight. The move had to be made now, and he was committed. They'd planned and practiced and this moment was why they had picked him, if it came to this.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
Joyride. Top Story - June 2023. Content Warning.
*** Content Warning: Although humorous, this is a ghost story. Contains descriptions of after-death experiences. The aged leather of the barely-padded seat felt welcoming and familiar, or at least it would have, if he had any feeling in his spectral buttocks. Phil sighed, or would have, if anything existed in his translucent chest to hold the air it would require. The memories of his senses would have to suffice. His cold, unfeeling hands curled lovingly around the cracked bakelite rim of the narrow steering wheel.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Horror
The Saga of Dale and the Zombies
This is the story of two communities (not to be confused with a somewhat popular story about two cities). The first is a fictional one that I created for a Vocal challenge. The second is a very real one; a community of incredibly talented creators and readers who helped turn my fictional one into an adventure that I will never forget.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
Adjustment Period, Day 6. Top Story - May 2023.
Dale was ecstatic. Patricia, devoted wife that she was, had decided to walk with him through the aftermath of the Zombie Apocalypse. If he still had a heart, it would be full. Still, there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something simply wasn't right.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
