Glory Duda
Bio
Working on remembering how to write for fun
Stories (11/0)
A(rcher) for Effort
I let loose the final arrow from my quiver as the first of the tears began to fall down my cheeks. I knew that there would be no disruptions out here this late at night, that I’d be able to shoot in peace, but I forgot that then my brain would have time to think. The final arrow joined the rest of the others in the grass, just short of the target. I stared at the pristine target in the moonlight and crumpled to the ground, careful of my bow.
By Glory Duda11 months ago in Fiction
To Be A Counselor: Week Two
Week Two, Day One All the counselors got one day off in between sessions. Most of the counselors slept or played games that were inappropriate for when campers were around, but Emma spent the day in the craft Coop, organizing all of the supplies by color. For her, it was a day of bliss before she went back to being Taz, in charge of a whole new group of campers.
By Glory Duda2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Tree
Olivia knew something was wrong when she left for her lunch break and there wasn’t anyone else walking around on the streets. There should have been at least someone else outside during the lunch hour, but there wasn’t another person to be found. She considered going back inside, worried that maybe some disaster happened that she hadn’t been told about, but the grumbling in her stomach convinced her that she shouldn’t rely on the nutrition packets she kept in her desk. As she walked down the sidewalk, peeking around corners cautiously and still looking both ways when crossing the street despite the lack of moving cars, she passed by a small old-timey shop with an actual box TV in the window and the images on the screen stopped her in her tracks.
By Glory Duda2 years ago in Fiction
Planet Mina
When the ship landed on the surface of the planet they knew that that was when real work began. It hadn’t been too long of a journey from the Celesta, the ship they called home, but the knowledge that they couldn’t contact the last people who had been sent to the planet didn’t do anything to assuage their fears of what they might find either.
By Glory Duda2 years ago in Fiction
Shooting Stars
We arrived up North just as the May sunset was starting to set in. It was our last real chance we were going to have before senior year was over to just hang out, considering AP tests were coming up soon for Quinn. We hadn’t been expecting to get there until after dark, so the light was a pleasant addition to the unpacking process. The car ride was when I was hoping to talk to him, just establish what I should expect for a year from now, after we’ve both completed a year of college. Will we be the same people? Will we have the same friends? Will we still even be friends? We had more of a jam sesh in the car than a deep emotional talk, but I figured at some point that week I could get around to breaching the topic.
By Glory Duda2 years ago in Fiction
Dearly Detested
I hadn't been working for the newspaper for very long when I was told that if I wanted to keep my job, I had to come up with something new and exciting to get readership up. I'd only lived in Metamora for a few weeks honestly. How was I supposed to know what was the right kind of thing was for these people? I figured that small towns are always full of drama, full of passive aggressive attitudes and fake niceties during PTA meetings. I'd been given a similar task when I had been working in NYC, but there you could write whatever you wanted in the paper and there was only a fraction of a chance that anyone would even read it, much less be bothered to comment on it.
By Glory Duda2 years ago in Fiction
The Best Fiction Podcasts I Listened to in 2017
I spend a lot of time with sound coming out of my phone, earbuds in or not. My Spotify year in review came out as 122.7 days of listening to music because I listen to it while I sleep and study and do just about anything. But that doesn't even begin to hit on the podcasts I listened to on the Apple Podcast app. Working all summer with people I didn't share a whole lot in common with, or doing a lot of work on my own meant I needed something to keep me from going insane. So to podcasts I turned. I had listened to Welcome to Night Vale and Alice Isn't Dead, and a few episodes of Serial, but beyond that, I really didn't know what to listen to.
By Glory Duda6 years ago in Geeks