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Naming Characters
Naming characters. It’s something that all writers struggle with. Well, at least writers I’ve talked to. Yes, there are times the name comes right away or you come up with a fully developed character before your fingers hit the keys and it fits perfectly. But then there are those times you start out with one in the story that you call name x or name y or even just name here until the story is finished. Then you start the process all over again. What am I going to name this character? Quick Google search for names leaves you feeling overwhelmed. Scroll through the list of Facebook friends. Maybe not. Someone…
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Writer’s Block
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Pymeterite – A Short Story
This was my entry for the Spring Contest at Short Fiction Break. The theme for the contest was to write a story about someone in a hole. I took on this challenge as a way to try writing in a genre that I’ve never written in before, as well as attempting another short story. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ‘How do you cross without moving? How do you see without looking? How do you hear when there is only silence?’ As I rode into town, I repeated the riddles over again in my mind, unable to make any sense. What did…
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The Package – A Short Story
“What do you mean, you can’t get here?” she bellowed. Wow, I wouldn’t want to be the person on the other end of that phone call, I thought to myself. Even over the noise of blaring taxi horns, trash trucks, and commuters carrying on work-related conversations, this woman’s voice rose above them all. “I don’t care. You have ten minutes to get here, or so help me -” Whoever she was talking to must have cut her off. As a result, a vein in her forehead bulged and the pitch of her voice rose another octave. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Just get here. Now! No, I’ll stay…
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Who I Am
Quite honestly It’s not about wanting to be with anyone else It’s about wanting to be with myself Be true to who I am Who I was Who I’m supposed to be
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A Crack In My Soul
There is a crack in my soul left by you You came in like a powerful wave sweeping me off my feet Pulling me under letting me come back up to gasp for air Then you went away back out to the sea never to return the same again I don’t love you I love the idea of you The memories that we share The moments that live on in my soul Loving you is like loving a black hole I pour into you but it falls into the void Never returned or reciprocated
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Down The Rabbit Hole
A short story I wrote for a Wordhaus writing contest. Enjoy. ********* Down the rabbit hole again. Only she wasn’t Alice and this certainly wasn’t Wonderland. She couldn’t remember arriving, yet here she was waking up in this hell once more. The last thing she remembered was boarding the late train for Cardiff to meet the professor. Had that truly happened? She wasn’t sure. Her thoughts were a blur. The only thing she knew was that every fiber in her being was telling her to be very afraid. The morning light was just beginning to break, the sky a mix of the darkest blue of night tinged with pink and orange…
