Monthly Archives: March 2015

Today’s inspiration

Today I’m going to let this piece of music provide me with the inspiration for one of my high tension scenes. Brief dialogue, quick-paced battle scene *glares at antagonist* and don’t you dare start with theĀ monologuing! There will be no … Continue reading

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Flash fiction: Seeker

In spite of the rain something had driven Lukas out of his stale apartment. For years he had been plagued by a thirst he had been unable to quench, until now. How he had found himself among the ruins of … Continue reading

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Only the Lost

I am not so spellbound by the intended destination that I obsess over delays. Neither am I distracted to the point where I forget why I journey. However, I am prone to wander and perhaps it isn’t strange then, To … Continue reading

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Human

My spirit wandered until it happened upon a mountain. Curious it knocked on the mountain’s roots, listening to the echo of the deep. The voice of Earthmother spoke: Please free me from the yoke, Your kind forced upon my shoulders… … Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Coral

The water was cold silk on her skin as the currents dragged her under. Rays of light scattered around the boat-shaped silhouette above her. The taste of salt was strongĀ  upon her tongue as bubbles rippled over the threshold of … Continue reading

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On the topic of writing and sharing: are you pulling you punches?

When it comes to sharing what we write there is a whole range of emotions that can stampede through a writer, all of them their own breed of panicked animal. I have overcome the initial sense of dread that first … Continue reading

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Villain

Lo there he strides, the boy who thinks himself a man. Hero they call him. He is no friend of mine. He wears his heart on his left sleeve, While flaunting his power on the other. No wonder the boy … Continue reading

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