Tag Archives: Fiction

Taken

Just because I imagine it doesn’t mean it’s not real, does it? Continue reading

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The Span

I don’t remember what it was that drove me from the dry shelter and the fireplace of my home out into the misty evening; some unbidden restlessness that wouldn’t be denied, I think. Continue reading

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True Love

A local tabloid holds an annual writing competition with this single rule: use no more than 55 words. Continue reading

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Outlining The Unseen

This highlights another great passion of mine as far as writing goes: turning stereotypes on their head. I find a great deal of pleasure in letting a reader’s expectation be set by common bias, so I can flip it over and show something real about the character. Continue reading

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Raven, Ink, Darkness

I use a raven’s quill for a reason: it represents the darkness that sometimes overwhelms, and the quill is my weapon against that darkness. I dip the black quill into the black ink and somehow manage to scratch the blackness from my soul and onto the clean white sheet before me. Surely the paper’s purity is ruined by the act, but my soul is allowed to release that which burdens it Continue reading

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