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The Four Important Stages of a Writer’s Development

Are there other stages? Sure, and I’ll address them in a later post (this should be more than enough for you to gnaw on for now), so until next time…

Keep The Candle Burning 4 – The Convo

He looked wild and unhealthy in the most horrible way possible for someone on the living side of the grave. His light-skinned thin…

Keep The Candle Burning 3 – Talitha

Talitha Manchand inched her way out of the vendor clutter and holographic psychedelics of the avenue and jetted down a hotel-lined…

Keep The Candle Burning 2 – Quinton

The area was originally named Alphabet City in the PreCollapse Days, but that was before the FlatFall of ’92, when the Eurasian…

Hard Pill To Swallow

Even before the Uber came to a complete halt, Katie Solomon had the back passenger-side door open ready to hop out, and was…

Portrait of a Wife

Normally, one touch was all it took for Aaron. Even an accidental finger brush on his arm sent electricity coursing through his body and…

Bunnie Baker

The shift in my life began the day I discovered someone had broken into my car. The thief took nothing, but managed to leave behind a…

Ruthie

Ruthie woke with a long exhale, her brain still fuzzy with the nonsensical and evaporating vestiges of a dream. Rubbing sleep from her eyes…

Shards of Silence

Lavinia’s skin was the shade just above albinism and her straightened hair, dyed deep crimson, framed a beautiful face marked with…

Too Fragile, This Heart

A long, long time ago, when words still contained magic, and abstract concepts were living things, there lived a woman, who was a wife…

Dream Lover

I have become narcoleptic in order to serve she who haunts my dreams. I know that I should stay awake and stay away from this mysterious…

Busker For The Dead (Part 1)

I don’t have that look. Some people do, but I’m not so lucky. I don’t look like my profession. I’m a busker. Don’t laugh, it’s a living. Problem…

One Man’s Meat

I tested the ripeness of Mr. Skelly’s soul more than thirty times this evening, all at the insistence of his wife, Tamara, who never left my…

The Harbinger of Fate

And when I thought she would succumb to time’s tempest, Fate’s harbinger actually rose into the air, not unlike a human phoenix…

The Influencers

I am among the few ragtag wandering survivors of Earth and the question I hate being asked the most is, “How did you lose your planet?”

Tabula Rasa

There comes a time in every life where a persona goes as far as it can go, meaning atrophication and death are not far behind. But Kaidance…

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