“Yeah, but what’s your real job?”
What the writer says: “Umm…it is my job. I write for a living.”
What the writer thinks: What, do you think writing isn’t a real job? I’d like to see you manage one week!
Category Archives: Writing
#totallynotanotherwritingprompt
Only, of course, it totally is another one…
So, for those that don’t remember the last time I did this, I like to, on occasion, give you guys a starting sentence and see if you can create a story with it. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Hunting Range – Part 3 of 3!
Let’s finish this!
May I present, the eagerly awaited third part of…Hunting Range!
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“Filthy breeder thinks he can hide,” one of them says, the machine in his hands giving him directions to where I am. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Hunting Range – Part 2 or 3
The action continues…with the second part of Hunting Range!
If you haven’t seen the first part, join in on the dystopia thriller by clicking here: PART 1
For everyone caught up, here’s part 2!
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I don’t think about my destination, only about the line I walk. I keep moving from side to side with skittering, random steps; left and then right, a lurch every time I feel a bead being drawn on my back. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Hunting Range – Part 1 of 3
Stretching the definition of “flash fiction” a tad, I present a three-part story.
A story of a city where the worst crime you can commit, is the most natural thing in the world.
It’s called:
Hunting Range
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The pregnancy test shows positive, and now we run for our lives. Continue reading
Special Flash Fiction: Guitar Case- Part 2
I now present the second part of Guitar Case!
If you haven’t read the first part, then click here: PART ONE
For the rest of you, let’s begin.
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And indeed he was not curious, there was no reason to open the case. It was a backup guitar. It was only there in case his main one broke. So far, he had never needed to open it. Continue reading
Special Flash Fiction: Guitar Case- Part 1
This is not my normal sort of story. It’s not horror, it’s not sci-fi. Hell, it’s not even satirical.
No, instead this is a story about something deep, and sacred.
A story presented in two parts, entitled:
Guitar Case
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There was once a musician who played in a local bar. A haggard man, aged around thirty, a fan of cigarettes, and of a certain amber liquid. He was not a cruel man, not by any stretch of the imagination. He had simply been left alone for too long. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Authorial Intent
Writers create people.
People they control.
But sometimes, those people rebel.
A story about stories called:
Authorial Intent
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Jimmy Twostep was a good man; he paid his bills when he could, and loved his wife and child dearly. He lived a rather normal life, a mundane life. But today was special, today was good: the sun was shining, the breeze was a gentle pleasure, and the air smelled of flowers in bloom. It was by all regards quite the perfect day for Jimmy. It was a shame then, that on this beautiful Friday, he was destined to die. Continue reading
Microfiction: Midnight
Don’t look out your window.
This story is called:
Midnight
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You can’t see me, but I’m there. Continue reading
News: Patrons of the Arts
WE NOW INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED BLOG ARTICLE FOR A SPECIAL REPORT FROM BRANDON SCOTT!
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Hi, it’s…uh, me: Brandon Scott.
I was hesitant to write this article. I spent a few days flipping back and forth on the issue of even typing it up. I’m not really sure how you guys will take it, or what you’ll think of me for doing this…but in the end I decided to go through with it.
Ugh, the thing I’m dancing around here, the thing that I keep avoiding saying, the thing I’m stalling on is…well…I’m doing a Patreon campaign.
Now, don’t take this the wrong way. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Candles And Hollow Men
This story is surreal. It’s strange. It’s downright weird.
It’s a symbolic tale of a man’s fight to remain whole.
It’s called:
Candles And Hollow Men
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By the light of a double flame I saw my death, half-obscured by the shadows of an empty cabin at night. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Snow Days
It’s getting towards summer time, so I thought I would write a horror story set in an apocalyptic winter.
The idea made sense at the time.
So button up your coats, and don your winter caps, because this is a flash fiction called:
Snow Days
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There are very few times when smoke pooling out of your mouth is a good sign. Continue reading
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
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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
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Can you imagine being watched by a million people? Continue reading
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