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I’ve Started Writing Again
Read more: I’ve Started Writing AgainIt’s been awhile but I am back at it. And I am feeling good about what I’m writing for once. I got some projects to crank out and agents to hunt down to finally get one of my many books out into the world. Things have been stressful. Ending a long term relationship with someone…
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Why Reading is Important to being a Writer…
Read more: Why Reading is Important to being a Writer…“If you write, you have read and we read to be inspired. Therefore you have the drive to inspire.” As a writer, you must read if you want to improve your skill. Reading serves more purpose than just a leisure activity. It is an important skill and habit to maintain when pursuing a career as…
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The Creepy, the Uncanny, and the Mysterious
Read more: The Creepy, the Uncanny, and the MysteriousI’ve been enticed by the darker side of things since I was rather young, despite my bubbly personality. I guess that can be attributed to my family’s personal experience with the creepy, uncanny, and mysterious. And worst of all murder. Before I was even a thought on this planet, both sides of my family experienced…
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Flash Fiction No. 2 ~ Red-Beard’s Assassin
Read more: Flash Fiction No. 2 ~ Red-Beard’s AssassinThe Pentagonal Brotherhood assembled a bond that no wave will cast overboard. Our loyalty to one another means everything to us. Without it, we are nothing. We are susceptible. Like a ship covets the sea, we covet each other. We are all we have. Together, we work as cogs, each one as important as the…
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Flash Fiction NO. 1 – A Strange Request at A Piano Bar
Read more: Flash Fiction NO. 1 – A Strange Request at A Piano BarI already felt awkward about stepping into a piano bar to begin with, let alone with the quest I was bequeathed to perform at the command of the fraternity I was going for. Hazing has become quite a controversy on campuses. So this must’ve been the less harmful option. I remind myself of this as…
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Poem No. 3 ~ I Dream Beneath the Trees
Read more: Poem No. 3 ~ I Dream Beneath the TreesI dream beneath the trees, To feel the hollow mist, and the chilled moutain breeze. I long, again, to feel encumbered by a sleep too sweet to slumber Above my head, the branches rise to the moon and the skys among the million twinkling stars and fireflies The sky is quiet, the forrests howl Little…