Reading Time: 2 minutes This reminded me of a science fiction story called “All Summer In A Day” by Ray Bradbury. It’s about a class of students who live on Venus where it rains all day and the sun comes out only for an hour every seven years. The only one of these students that remembers sunshine is Margot.
Reading Time: 4 minutes The only thing the dark elves and the faerie elves ever agreed on was what to do with a coward. For a coward the choice was between earth or the dark elves’ way. The first meant to be buried alive in a grave with worms that burrowed and savored their meals as their secretions triggered
Reading Time: 5 minutes Giving myself a week to plan chapter and writing it in a day has been a runaway success in terms of progress but not quality. The priority is still to get the first draft written, so productivity is still the goal. With that being said I also don’t want to end up having to edit a complete
Reading Time: < 1 minute 6 Hours of Overtime Lunch With Parents Two hours of Writing I am going to go have a much needed drink. I honestly feel really good. This is the third consecutive week I’ve finished a chapter. It ain’t pretty and it’s not good, but it’s capturing what makes my story unique and different. So that’s
Reading Time: 3 minutes This is the second week I’ve successfully finished writing a chapter. It’s not my best writing but it is functional. I’ve noticed that when I write with plot in mind I tend to write quickly, but with characters I am slow. Instead of fighting it I have decided to embrace it. Right now it’s about
Reading Time: 3 minutes The title of the book should be determined with the cover art in mind.
Reading Time: < 1 minute Today was a marathon and a triage scenario combined. It took most of the day to finish the first chapter. Not the worst writing I’ve done but also not the most eloquent. It’s lean and functional. It was also magical. I met a fellow writer. I smoked cigarettes, paced, and wrote line after line all
Reading Time: 4 minutes This morning was a dream come true. I actually woke up before my alarm went off at 5 AM. Granted I didn’t spring in to action but lying in my warm and comfortable bed and reading was pretty awesome. Especially after the whirlwind that was yesterday, but at least it was a fun whirlwind. Which
Reading Time: 3 minutes I guess you could say that I am a sucker for a good transformation story. My name is Khan [con], I am a writer, designer and programmer. This blog started as a way for me to connect with others who were participating in NanoWrimo and passionate about stories. But With the support of awesome people
Reading Time: 8 minutes My ears turned deaf and I sat with a dumb expression as Detective Redding went on explaining himself. The rage was like a brooding storm, as I sneered at the back of his seat. Before I could speak, Luna’s hand fell over mine and gave it a protective squeeze. The fear in the look she
Reading Time: < 1 minute This is a fictional work and a free writing exercise. The Prompt used: Streetlight Manifesto– “A moment of Silence” I remembered the words the way I remember every bad thing I had ever done. By their result. A song playing somewhere in the past, predicting my moves right up until the point of no return–the price included. There were
Reading Time: 5 minutes Through Max’s perspective the player realizes that no matter how quickly they play through the opening fifteen minutes–there is no way to save his wife or to stop the gun shot that silences an infant’s crying. And that’s the first fifteen minutes.
Reading Time: 2 minutes Thank you Atul for nominating for the Versatile Blogger Award. This blog has been an outlet for my long time interest in storytelling, publishing, and writing in general, and it is the support of bloggers such as yourself that makes me look forward to creating new content. My hope is to some day soon to become
Reading Time: 7 minutes There were four walls, a mirror, and the table that we were sitting at. Detective Redding sat with his fingers just touching the edge of his coffee cup, staring at me–waiting. The smell of roasted coffee was losing to the stench of sweat and filth in the air. With the handcuffs forcing my hands together,