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September 23, 2015

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Sorry Characters: Eight Ways You Might Die

So, you’re a character in a novel? And you just found out your author plans to kill you off? Well, I’m sorry to say there’s no hope for you now, but you can at least feel prepared for it. Here, allow me to list off some of the ways you could potentially face your demise!

The Eventuality

Honestly, did you really expect to survive this kind of situation? You’ve been fighting monsters all your life (metaphorically or literally) and have been doing detrimental things to keep at it rather than look over your life choices. You been dancing around death the whole story, and now you’re going to trip. You really can only blame yourself for the demon bite/accidental drug overdose. Continue reading →

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September 12, 2015

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Microfiction: We

I can’t trust it. I can’t take that risk. It’s come too close before. Once my date says she needs to go use the restroom, I already know it’s over for her. The door closes behind her and I’m up.  My silverware clatters and my chair falls over. It’s a subtle noise on carpeted floor, but it’s enough.

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September 5, 2015

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Flash Fiction: Teatime In A Curious Place

A story with some characters you may be rather familiar with…

Teatime In A Curious Place

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“I really don’t feel like being logical at the moment dear. Could you return when I’m in a better mood?” the man says, smashing a few tea cups with his cane. Continue reading →

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August 15, 2015

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Microfiction: Microfiction

“Alright,” Brandon Scott said, sitting down at his desk, “what am I going to blog about today?”

His laptop turns on with a flash of light, and he clicks away a few pop-ups. After a moment, he reaches for his phone and pulls up his favorite playlist.

“Well…I haven’t done a micro fiction in a while.” Continue reading →

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August 8, 2015

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Why You Should Write All The Damn Time

Alright beginners, let me tell you the magic secret to becoming a better writer.

“Write a lot, and read a lot.”

No, don’t you dare. I see you raising your hand in the back. I see you scoffing at me and rolling your eyes. You, slinking behind the buffet bar, don’t even try to run. The metaphorical door is locked and guarded and I hid the key underneath my fedora. Yes my fedora. I know it’s a pretentious hat, but I like wearing it.

So sit down. All of you. Let me disillusion you of some notions. Continue reading →

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July 25, 2015

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Microfiction: One Of These Men Isn’t Human

“Did you see what that thing did to Charles? No one leaves this room! It could be anywhere!” The man shouted, holding a laser rifle in his hands.

The other three looked at each other. One slicked back his hair, before holding up a placating gesture.

“Okay…okay, look…put that down. We should be safe in here.” Continue reading →

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July 18, 2015

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Tighten Up Your Prose: A Quick How-To Guide

You wrote a story? Great job! Some people don’t even get that far as a writer. 

But now that you have a first draft, it’s time to work on making it a clean piece of art that will entice readers.

“How do I do that?” I hear you say.

Well! I’m glad you asked! With my patented style guide you can make your fans drool from their eyes with the sheer grace of your delightful…. Continue reading →

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June 13, 2015

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Microfiction: Revenge, Served Warm

Sometimes, a story is short.

And sometimes it’s micro.

And sometimes it’s called:

Revenge, Served Warm

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The fire starts with her eyes, and travels along her face. Eating, always eating. Crinkling, the paper folds. Crackling, the paper burns. Smoke covers the picture, and the edges come together, and the air tastes acrid. Finally, he drops the remains. It spirals down towards the table’s edge, still being devoured. Nothing touches the ground, and it spills into the air. Continue reading →