Flash Fiction: Waking Nightmares

For those that don’t read the comments at the end of my articles (read: everyone), my blogger friend Nemo proposed the idea of a story that used a location as the central character. (You can read the conversation here: Click me). I decided it sounded like a cool idea.

Here’s my attempt at it.

It’s called:

Waking Nightmares

It occurred to me on a random summer night, while I was laying on the singular bed inside a house with no fewer than fifty rooms, that I will never kill anyone. Continue reading

The Art Of The Flash Fiction, And Other Things I Probably Don’t Have Enough Authority To Talk About

I should make one thing abundantly clear, I’m not an authority on this.

I do not have any awards or certificates that prove I’m qualified to talk about this. I am not one of the masters. I am not one of the greats.

All I am is a blogger with a voice and an opinion who, on occasion, likes to talk about the craft of writing.

Of course, me saying all of this is just lampshading; so that if you disagree with me, I can claim immunity.

Anyhow, people who have been with me for a while know that I have a fondness for flash fiction. I write at least three a month, and they are often my most viewed posts. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: All The World’s A Stage

Good satire is like good horror. They both makes us feel uneasy about our world.

Here’s my attempt to blend the two together, a flash fiction called:

All The World’s A Stage

Can you imagine being watched by a million people? Continue reading

Monthly Mentions: February 2015

Another month has come and gone.

So here’s the stuff I liked during it!

Favorite Bloggers:

Favorite Blog Articles:

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Flash Fiction: Plague Ground

So microfictions are fun, and a nice reading snack, but I prefer something a bit more…hearty.

So, with that in mind, I’m bringing back the Flash Fictions! It has been a full month since I last wrote one, and I’m glad to be back at it!

So let’s celebrate with a flash fiction about fear and disease. A tale of an elderly woman, titled:

Plague Ground

Children are…a sickness. Continue reading

#totallynotawritingprompt

Only, of course, it totally is….

So about a week ago, I had this sentence pop into my head, apropo of nothing:

“He punched him in the face like he had just insulted his religion, his mother, and his sexuality all in one perfectly constructed slur.”

I was originally just going to use it as the starting sentence for one of my microfictions, but after tossing it around in my head, I couldn’t come up with anything I was satisfied with. Continue reading

Review: Paddington

This movie is:

  • Charming
  • Cute
  • Whimsical
  • Beautiful
  • Heart-Warming
  • Uplifting
  • Lovable
  • Poignant
  • Imaginative
  • Brilliant
  • Cuddly

and perhaps most of all: incredibly British.

When this movie was first announced last year, I was dubious about its quality. The trailer consisted of just an extended scene of prat-falls and vaguely gross-out humor. Additionally, it was strictly a kids film, and it was based on an old book series. Continue reading

Why I Write Dark Things

Starting at a young age, I was obsessed with the dark, enticed by the idea of it, and the concepts it presented.

Not in the sense of actual unethical acts, mind you. I’ve never been much of a deviant in that regard, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved tales of the sinister, the horrific.

As soon as I had the internet I researched monsters. I read Goosebumps with a fervor unmatched, and once those grew boring, I went towards dystopian fiction; eventually graduating to horror. Even now, the interest grows, and I find myself being drawn to shock fiction.

As you can probably tell, I’m not the most fun to watch movies with. In fact, it’s still a sticking point when I’m with my family, as they prefer comedies and… *shudder*…romantic comedies….

Social conventions would probably label me a goth, even in my adult life, but I never found that to be the right term for it. Continue reading

Microfiction: Games

My first attempt at the infamous “second person perspective” writing style. It’s set in the same universe as my previous microfiction: “The Other White Meat.”

It’s a story of contests and stakes, simply titled:

Games

The game has only just begun. Continue reading

Monthly Mentions: January 2015

Another ongoing series!

As if I don’t already have enough of these!

As the month comes to a close, I thought I would make it a habit to set a record of the things I liked/discovered over the month so that I can take a look back and see how my taste in media grew and changed.

It also seems like a really great idea for an article, and a chance to give some shout-outs to my blogger friends.

So, allow me to present my favorite things this month, presented by category, but not in any particular order.

As a side note, these are not necessarily things that were made this month, just things I enjoyed during the time period.

Here we go! Continue reading

Microfiction: The Other White Meat

DO NOT READ THIS!

The story contained below is the darkest, most morbid thing I have ever written. If you’re at all squeamish, or easily disturbed, do not read this story. Go somewhere else! There are tons of other articles out there. Go look at one of those.

You were warned…

The Other White Meat

As the blood of his youngest-born child lapped at the edge of the pot, he wondered if he had made the right choice. Continue reading

9 Things I’ve Learned Being A Writer/Blogger/Professional Word-Slinger (So Far)

I’ve been a writer my entire life.

I just didn’t realize it.

That was until one fateful night, when the editor and chief of Scifibloggers.com contacted me and asked if I would write for him.

I was nervous to say the least, I hadn’t seriously written anything in years. My interest was computers, and I wanted to design video games. I warned him that I wasn’t any good, and that I didn’t think it was a good idea.

He persisted, and got me to write a simple article talking about the death of the eleventh Doctor on Doctor Who (an article that was later edited and posted on this very blog) as a test to see if I was good enough for the site.

It took me an hour to write that article, and I sent it off to him. Feeling nervous as hell, I awaited his judgement.

About twenty minutes later, he hired me on the spot. Continue reading

Microfiction: Writer

A microfiction that describes the process I went through to write this microfiction. A self-referential piece called:

Writer

No words, no words. I have no words to describe it. I just have this burning feeling like I’m wasting time. Continue reading