Author Archives: Doris von Tettenborn

Doris turns to the young girl.“I don’t know you, do I?”

Before the girl can answer, a sharp cry echoes across the room.

Doris spins toward the sound. “A baby?”

Everyone starts talking at once.

The girl answers. “I’m Calliope. I was born with her.” (She points toward the crying.)

“Wait—you haven’t written even the first scene?… Continue reading →

Doris stops. She doesn’t remember this door, or this sign.  She reads it again, out loud.

Early Landfill 
Room 428
NE Memory Lane

 What?

Something flickers in the back corner of her mind.  She shrugs it off and yanks back too hard on the knob, expecting resistance. The door swings open easily as she stumbles forward into a puff of dust and catches herself just inside.… Continue reading →