A Round Up!

Today's post is more a roundup of the last week than being focused on a specific topic. I do discuss, though, why batching posts is better for me and how much I enjoyed, what I consider my first real crack at editing.

And I’m Feeling….. defective…. but positive…

I decided, as I move forward slowly (I have a nice cushion of five months before I have to look at heading back into something officey or god forbid retail), that I’m going to share this experience. I’m going to blog and gram as I go through this. As I learn, as I grow and as I inevitably fall flat on my face. So, I suppose this is where we start.

No More Clipping Wings

I've been doing a lot of thinking and reflecting the last week or so, especially about the last year. A lot of people sum up their years with a word. If I had to sum up last year with one word, it would be Survival. And you know what? Just surviving sucks. It sucks a … Continue reading No More Clipping Wings →

Fantasy Flash Fiction: Malachite

This is Day 1 of a December Writing Challenge: The prompt was Crystalline The brown hessian of Nova's trousers was instantly soaked as she dropped to her knees in the crisp icy snow. She sucked in a breath, the cold air on her gritted teeth setting them on edge. A feeling, like needles being driven … Continue reading Fantasy Flash Fiction: Malachite →

Bright Bo

Once he arrives you'll find it hard to escapewhat's yours to see with is his to take Driven by vengeance, anger and hate Bright Bo will kill all those who quake. They call him Bright Bo. There's no rhyme or reason to the people he chooses. You just have to be unlucky enough to switch … Continue reading Bright Bo →

Flash Fiction: Fire

There's a fire in me. It's been there as long as I can remember. It has the potential for danger, but it mostly burns the soft oranges and yellows of a candle or campfire. Occasionally it turns blinding white. When watching the world burn seems like the only option. Sometimes it's blue. A blowtorch ready … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Fire →

Flash Fiction: Bricks

The second a meglomaniac is put in charge of artificial intelligence is the second everyone should know that the endeavor is doomed. Unfortunately, people didn't know. Now here we are. On the brink of annihilation, from, of all things, tiny plastic bricks that click together to help you get creative. At some point you have … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Bricks →

Horror Flash Fiction: Skin

"This is not my skin." The voice says, a voice that both is and isn't yours. "It's not right." It whispers as your hands wrap more firmly around the Stanley knife in your hand. They are correct. It isn't right, something is very, very wrong. This is not your skin, not skin your worthy of. … Continue reading Horror Flash Fiction: Skin →

The Sallow Rabbit

The Sallow Rabbit comes just before the dawn,When the sun is rising and the sky looks torn.She hunts around for the waste of her kin,For in this little village there's no greater sin.A treaty long drawn from a time of great ravage,When the Earth cowered and man remained savage.You may take from the Earth but … Continue reading The Sallow Rabbit →

Carnage – Flash Fiction

Sometimes I think about a train smattered with blood. There's me, in the centre. Carnage all around, bits of flesh in my hair, blood on my face, entrails on the seats and the bloody handprints of those who tried to escape on the windows. Not a single survivor. Or so, at first, it seems. I … Continue reading Carnage – Flash Fiction →