Hang on folks. Some noodling, thoughts and whatnots.
If you haven’t known me for a long time, in the last five or so years I have been extricating myself from the freelance non fiction part of the lit world because it was bad for me. During the last few years, I haven’t been able to write as much fiction as I’d prefer and things have been changing.
Hi babes. It is almost my birthday (Tuesday 3/16) and here is a little experimental murder ballad.
CW for sexualized violence and regular violence.
Two things. Had he been smarter, there would be no story. Second thing, the wrath of a woman with ideas about behavior modification is truly a beautiful thing. Let’s set the scene, shall we?
It is Black history month so here take a little Blackity Black Black ghost story. Written using my fave prompr book no seriously get it. Instigation: Creative Prompts on the Dark Side.
Now here we go. Unedited and hot n fresh.
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Begin a story with the line, “It was when I died that….”
~~It was when I died that I understood what Nana had meant by, get free at all…
Inspired by my friends Ken and Roger. Also inspired by this old youtube vid.
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“Please don’t do that.” My voice sounded strange to me, it felt serrated and too mixed and melted. I tried clearing my throat, I looked for something to drink and found a glass of lukewarm water on the bedside table. I gulped and listened to my insides slosh; I cleared my throat again.…
HI frens! I have news but we’ll get to it another day. Part of me doing whatever I want to with my words, here is a story inspired by beloved writer Christopher Ropes. I am not sure if this is fan fiction or no but this is inspired by his piece from Nox Pareidolia, which I reviewed back here. So enjoy this lil haunted thingymajiggy.
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Their hold on me had long since loosened. When I went back…
As he flicked through the mail, a small handwritten envelope caught his attention. When he stopped abruptly in front of me, I bumped into his back and put my arm around his waist. “Anything good bae?” Since he’d had top surgery, I’d taken to putting my face between his shoulder blades when I got to be the big spoon, I felt…
The room is destroyed, fragments of a life busted open like a piñata are scattered around. The lights are flickering, what lights there are left, just that single bulb in the kitchen, its weak yellow light no substitute for the big bright floor lamp that lays in a twisted heap in the corner. It would be more…
Get ready. We’re talkin some amazing small press work from award winning Nightscape Press.
First look at this beautiful cover.
[image description: book cover titled Nox Pareidolia An anthology edited by Robert S Wilson. ]
First of all, Nightscape consistently produces beautiful books and the editing selections are superb. The art both for the cover and the art for the stories is just, so…
CW on this entry for frank discussions about covid fueled anxiety and depression. Some not great mental health stuff. If you start to feel bothered please feel free to bounce.
Okay.
Full disclosure I have not been well. At the best of times I’m a shitbucket of anxiety and feelings and twitchiness. Everything added to my regular shit really knocked me down.…
