Let me tell you a tale, told only in speech.
A tale of crime, and of perspective…entitled:
Demons at Death Row
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“I’m innocent!” Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing
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
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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
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
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The game has only just begun. 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
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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
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No words, no words. I have no words to describe it. I just have this burning feeling like I’m wasting time. Continue reading
How to “Writer”
For everyone who wants to be a writer, I present the honest answers to all of your questions:
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What are writers?
People who write words, preferably ones that chain together to mean something.
Can I become a writer?
Yes.
Who can be a writer?
Anyone. Continue reading
Microfiction: Theory
I have been listening to quite a few theological debates lately and this story just sorta sprang from my head.
I hope you enjoy it; this microfiction about reality, simply titled:
Theory
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I want you to understand that what I did was strictly for science. Perhaps with these last words you might understand that I was not motivated by hubris, but by genuine curiosity. Continue reading
Microfiction: Soldier
Another microfiction, submitted for your approval.
A tale of guilt, called:
Soldier
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The problem with the dead is that they can’t tell us how it felt. Continue reading
News: Egg, Firmly, On Face
So, I tried to have a contest…
That was a silly idea.
Well, a contest in itself was not a bad idea… but the way I did it was…
I made the rules a bit wonky, and I should have just let people post existing links to stories in the comments or something like that. It’s really my own fault… Continue reading
Microfiction: Alcoholic
So far I have only been writing flash fiction on this site, but today I present my first foray into it’s much more concise cousin: Microfiction
What is microfiction? Well, I’m glad you asked:
It’s a subset of flash fiction—those super short stories typically told in 1,000 words or less. Definitions vary, but for the most part, microfiction is any story told in 300 words or less, and could even be as short as a few words.
–Gayle Towell, Litreactor.com
And so, here’s mine. It’s short, it’s somber, and it’s called:
Alcoholic
The glass is full of amber, and his eyes match it. Continue reading
News: See you Next Year!
Hey guys, so the holidays are still going, and I have a bunch of stuff that is building up, along with spending time with my family. So, I am going to be taking a small hiatus till the end of the year.
Don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long, and when I return I will have some new stuff…including a very special project I have been working on! Continue reading
Twas The Night…
‘Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the house;
Not a creature was stirring, except me,
Butchering the rhyme a bit as you can see. Continue reading
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