Selina De Luca

A Song for the Sea Written Wednesday, June 17, 2015 by Selina De Luca Photo by  James Hoey  on  Unsplash You know you love someone when you cannot think about anything else but them. For little Angela, it was James Harding. For Louisa, it was Henry. For me, not a who, a what: the sea.

  The Perfect Shade of Blue A Short Work of Fiction by Selina De Luca Written for a Creative Writing Course Portfolio April 2013 Summer Blues Collection 1 by Gordon Harrison (Meech Lake, Gatineau Park, Québec, Canada) “Why are artists always depressed failures?” My thirteen-year-old cousin Kristy had asked me that at the last family gathering I went to, and I’ve been chewing on it ever since.  She had been flipping through my camera, where I’d captured some of my paintings as well as experimented with some really lame photography.  She handed it back to me stopped on a painting of a green-and-yellow parakeet in mid-flight, revealing the bright blue underside of his wings.  My favourite painting. “Where on earth did you get that idea?” I had asked, astonished.  “Artists are rapturously happy!” “Are  you? ” “Of course, always!” I had only gone to my aunt’s that day because I’d decided that enduring another horrid family gathering would be better than the mont...

In the Principal's Office A Short Work of Fiction by Selina De Luca Written for a Creative Writing Course Portfolio April 2013 Inspired by the music video from David Guetta's song  Titanium  featuring Sia “So what happened this time?” Jesse watched his running shoes kick the bottom edge of Mr. Burke’s desk and shrugged.  He didn’t know what happened.  He didn’t understand it at all. “Do you want me to tell you what Mrs. Pelletier said?” Jesse shook his head.  He needed new shoes – he could see his sock. He wiggled his toes. “You tell me what happened then.”

  Tidefall A Short Work of Fiction by Selina De Luca Written March 2013              When the tide went out, Caleb always ran out to collect the seashells that remained in its wake.  What he really wanted was to find a pearl in an oyster, so he was delighted when one day he picked up a seashell and a diamond ring tumbled out into his hand. “Where did you get this?” his great-aunt gasped when he showed it to her. “In a seashell, from the tide,” he replied.  She took it from him and held it in her hand.  Caleb was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “Take it back,” she whispered, thrusting it back into his hands. “It belongs to the sea.” ~ Kalena held on to Ethan’s arm. “Don’t go,” she begged. “Please don’t go.  Everyone knows the Lake is cursed.” “Those are just stories to keep trespassers away,” Ethan reassured her, kissing the top of her long dark hair.  “My grandfather was an apprentice at Lac-At...