Quick, dirty, and cerebral. Welcome to the microfiction:
Mr. Burner was a tad concerned when he found his student, Billy Auster, sitting by the side of the railing on the third floor of the School for The Miraculous Brain. Not because of the height, Billy was a fairly careful child and was not going to do any of the stupid showboating another student might. Continue reading
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