Ray Bradbury, writer of so many wonderful stories, died last week.
It came as a shock to me. I knew he was older now, but yet, he was still writing books. You still heard about him online too. I guess apart of me expected we'd have him around for years to come...
And now he's gone.
I didn't know Bradbury the person, but I loved the Martian Chronicles and loved the short stories of his I've read.
Most of all, he's had a major effect on my writing. I love how he thought of summer, childhood, and October, one of my favorite months (because of Halloween). I love the sense of wonder and excitement he brought to his stories. Nobody writes like Bradbury. His stories are descriptive, full of imagination and times long past.
I can see Ray Bradbury in some of the stories I've written so far too. In one recent story I wrote, there was a scene set in a park that when I went back to read I thought "Thats definitly influenced by Ray Bradbury." I owe him so much. For the wonderful stories I've read and will read of his. And for the sense of wonder and excitement I hope to put into my own stories.
Bradbury the person may be gone, but his books are still out there. If you've never read a Ray Bradbury story, please go out and read his books now. At least the Martian Chronicles or one of his brillant short stories. Everyone should experiance a Ray Bradbury story.
The world needs more wonder...
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