The Woman
“When you can no longer trust your instincts, that’s when you worry” Two weeks after their lovers’ quarrel, and she had not appeared.He looked for her in the…
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_Even now I am surprising myself with the amount of times he has surfaced in my writing like a monster beneath the sea, always breaching in different lights…
The Woman Standing Across From Him
He went outside,to watch the night sky,the light pollution made it impossible to see anything, yet here he was. She was leaning over the side. Today,her hair…
Introduction 1
I like to write in the morning while listening to songs by Leonard Cohen. My working room is small but very comfortable. I would sit in my favorite armchair…
What Would J.D. Salinger Say?
What’s the point In being anointed a master Among the disjointed word crafters, Feather headed bird bathers, And phonies who only slather slander on? I hear…
Starbucks ritual
Seth has a ritual when he’s writing and that’s to go to Starbucks. It’s like his candy store. Not only can he get writing done, but he can watch that hot…
{Utopia}(ElshaHawk)
Another writer I must mention because she is like a mother to me is ElshaHawk. I call her Elsha or Elsh and she has definitly knocked some sense in me when I…
{Utopia}(.:Band Baby:.)
My next one is my sister, .:Band Baby:.. She has already told you how close we are, but I am happy to say it all over again. This may be strange, me being a…
The Ficly Killer part 3
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she prepared the coffee machines. She disappeared behind the counter then moved around her work area like a puppet…
The Ficly Killer part 2
She smiled and doused her cigarette inside a half-empty paper cup. “No, really I don’t mind. You look harmless enough, but you really did scare the hell out of…
The pen is mightier...
“He’s done it again!” Seth’s agent bellowed over the phone. Seth could imagine his hot booty of an agent gripping the phone and holding her hands to the sky as…
Standing Alone
He wasn’t quite sure when the last time putting pen to paper had resulted in anything profitable. Smiling gratefully at his ever-patient partner, he sipped…
Writing for the Devil
Mack looked at the clock. 11:53pm. It was so close to midnight. He looked up again at his computer screen. No words had magically appeared. He had hardly…
Regular expression.
I am not a writer, just a regular Joe expressing his whims with haphazardly chosen words. I don’t try to write well, I don’t attempt to provide new insight nor…
A Conversation About Writer's Block
Darren looked at his typewriter. The blank sheet of paper set in the machine stared back at him tauntingly. No, accusingly. This was angry paper, but its…
Upon a Writer's Death
A pen is silenced lying still now on the half-empty page. It’s a fire burning through the library. Words we never read disappearing before our eyes. A heart is…
Someday: I’m Going to be Someone Else. (A Dedication)
“If you cannot teach me to fly, then teach me to dance.” That was her life quote. Anyone remember her? She wrote with raw talent. Puting words together with…
The Wizard of Odd (Profile an author Challenge)
It is a night of stygian darkness and violent storm. Our hero stands perched atop a mountain like the dragon Chernobog. His robes fly madly in the hurricane…
Across the Street
Neil tapped his pencil with growing aggression. It had been three months since he had written anything worth mention, and he was growing incredibly irksome…
Where to Start
He was sitting at the computer, staring at the white screen. In his head different stories were starting to swirl around, but none were taking form. _Should I…