Would you like to win an MP3 set of audio books – all four stories in the Dragons in our Midst series? I am giving away three sets. All you have to do to qualify is “follow” this blog and… Read More ›
Reading
Writing as if Compelled – The Passion and the Joy
For me, writing is an essential catharsis that satisfies my need to express unsolicited opinions in ways that convince people that they want to know what I’m thinking after all. Essential? Yes, indeed. I can’t “not write.” There is a… Read More ›
Poetry Day – Dreams of the Dead
Dreams of the Dead Bryan Davis Distressing come the dreams of dirt-bound souls The cantor’s call of dirges in the dust They come too late to mollify their woes That time neglected turned their gold to rust A man’s regret… Read More ›
Critique Group – Glorious Downfall and Blood Cure
It‘s critique group day! Pass around the candy, and let’s get stoked to provide lots of writing help. Because of all the critique submissions coming in, I am posting two today. If the rate continues, I will have to post… Read More ›
The Most Important Characteristic of a Good Writer – Guest Post by Scott Appleton
When I was in my early teenage years I recognized that in the hearts of my peer group lay one major problem. That problem was pride. The pride of youth that came with the belief that we could achieve anything… Read More ›
The Scent of Her Soul: Part 2 – The Sex Slave’s Hero
Content warning. This story is designed for adults and mature teens. It involves sex trafficking. Rape, drugs, and nudity are mentioned. There is no “on-screen” sex, but the aftermath of rape is on-screen, including the presence of nude, partially nude,… Read More ›
Critique Group – January 9, 2015
It’s critique group day! (*The crowd cheers*) For this first week of critiques, several submissions came in. I’m glad for the enthusiasm, but since I don’t want to overwhelm my fellow critiquers right away, I will post one this week and… Read More ›
The Scent of Her Soul: A Developing Story – Part 1
They gave me her shoe—Nike, size six, typical for a twelve-year-old. As a human bloodhound of sorts, I had been asked to smell a variety of items. A shoe was not one of my favorites. Yet since Amy wore it… Read More ›