by Avery White | Mar 29, 2016 | Training
opacity – the quality of a material that does not allow light to pass through it If I were to have an orange, I would say that the orange has high opacity. That is, most of the light that shines on it is forced to trampoline off and bounce to the back of...
by Avery White | Mar 22, 2016 | Training
Living Rooms Say I had a HUGE living room, and invited all of you over for a party. After a while (say..after a game of fishbowl) – groups would begin to form based on common interest. There’d be a ‘teacher’ group, a ‘student’...
by Avery White | Mar 14, 2016 | Spotlight
Tim Latimer: He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. John Smith: Stop it. Tim Latimer: He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe. John Smith: Stop...
by Avery White | Feb 28, 2016 | Challenges
Storytelling isn’t just for writers. It’s for anyone with a message. So whether you build your stories with a camera, a pen, or a paintbrush. We want to be there. This week we launched our new About page. In it, we present our mission statement and its implementation....
by Avery White | Feb 22, 2016 | Stories
July 30, 2015 5:00 AM “And what’s your name? I’ll need to know what to tell the mortician.” Casales’ voice seemed muffled by the humidity. C’mon girl, stay focused. Distracted is another word for dead. Six men. Fully automatic rifles. Too many. But who’s going to be...
by Avery White | Feb 15, 2016 | Stories
¡Bailen todos, bailen bailen todos, bailen todos…! The Venezuelan dub-step blasted through the radio as the Pathfinder raced down the Autopista Caracas highway. “This! This is music! The Venezuelan’s got it right!” Carl shouted over the radio. Fumihiro bounced...
by Avery White | Feb 8, 2016 | Stories
July 30, 2015 2:45 AM Terra West eyed her overnight backpack completed by her 9mm, a forged RF ID tag, and a stick of 1946 Red Velvet by Besame. She sat alone in the terminal at Simon Bolivar International Airport of Maiquetia on the north shore of Venezuela. The...
by Avery White | Feb 1, 2016 | Stories
“I see, ” said the Professor. “Come with me,” he continued. Nicolletta released an audible gasp at the Professors agreement. The fox, now thoroughly pleased with himself, grinned wider as he followed the weasel to the back of the dim...
by Avery White | Jan 25, 2016 | Stories
“Tag! You’re it!” Nicolletta teased before scrambling away. Professor Peanut Weaselgadget, far from amused, removed his spectacles, smoothed his fur, and tended to a particularly unruly whisker. Though a complete mess, his dim laboratory held the...
by Avery White | Jan 18, 2016 | Stories
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable. ~Mark Twain My name is Vincent, and I am seven years old. I’m small for my age. My mom put the chocolate cake on the counter, just out of my reach… She had picked me up from the...
