Writing

  1. At a Loss for Words

    The clearing between the pines was brown with decayed needles covering the floor. Looking out, the milo grew high and power lines hung loose. There were gun shots in the distance, coming from the farm further down the mountain. As I moved out of the clearing, the soles of my boots sunk into the soft ground and my hands glided over the tall grasses. I followed the trail further up the mountain and when I glanced back, the roads were far away. Another shot echoed in the distance. I could...
  2. Just passing time and the bottle

    "The Dirty Bird" gets passed around one swig at a time, poor old Mr. Pibb nothing more than another chaser. "You go to the movie theaters and have to pay fifteen dollars just to piss!" one slurs. The same old banter and blues pours out of the bottle, down the gullet and back out again. Holy ****.
  3. Can I borrow you lighter?

    A mourning soul, nothing more than a half carton of Marlboros, stands there pleading for an escape. I understand why, but seeing myself in another is too hard to handle. All I can do is accept his wish and pass my lighter over, hoping it'll provide some comfort and resolve. Then the utterance of passing chatter withers into solitude.
  4. The grudges we can't forget.

    Several weeks had gone by since Samantha had talked her her mother. This would not seem so strange if it were not for the fact that they are living together in a small two bedroom apartment. Everyday they walk past each other. Everyday they fight for time in the bathroom getting ready. On several occasions their eyes will meet one another's but neither one of them can summon the courage to say a few words. This behavior began when Samantha was just a child. A terrible act had happened to...
  5. Draft One Completed

    I have now written to completion draft one of my first ever book. At sixty four thousand words (around 106 A4 pages) it sits ready for extensive edits, which is the next part of the process. It has taken me more than ten years to refine the world and around three years of writing the current draft. Though the end result lacks my contentment, I am confident that I will improve the work to the best of my ability. The story is about a grey skinned human who grows up in the slums of a city...
  6. Liker of Language

    A good many avid readers and writers proudly, and often, identify themselves as “lovers of language.” Lovers of the written word. Of prose. It’s an understandable sentiment, though I am not in that camp. I am, if you will, a “liker of language.” I appreciate it. I value it. But it’s not where my heart is. It’s not my first priority as a writer or reader. I’m a lover of narrative. Of stories. Of characters, conflict, themes, and perfectly delivered resolutions. That’s ultimately...
  7. Piscis Fugit

    Maybe 10 years ago my daughter won a goldfish in some sort of raffle or such. Cost her one quarter. 25 cents. She named the fish "Adele" and we put her into a small fishbowl. She outlived my admittedly pessimistic expectations, and soon outgrew the bowl. We got her a bigger one. Ultimately, we bought a nice 20-gallon tank, with filter and a gravel bottom. Which is where she's been for the past several years, in a corner of the "family room," where we enter and leave from the garage,...
  8. The Queen's Decision

    Book-01: Meet the Locals Chapter 01: The Queen's Decision
  9. 101 alternative uses for a lightsaber - #3

    Heating water, perhaps for a cup of tea or a bath. .
  10. I need help deciding on a place for a pack of werwolves

    I need help deciding on where and what area or town on the west coast could be preferably close to what I need for the pack land in the werewolf book I am writing . Any help is very appreciated and accepted . so here it is what is needed exactly : 1). west coast town 2). a small town at least 30 mins from any small city were they would have the necessities like a mall or fancy restaurants and of course humans would be here but not in the werewolf town 3). in this small town I'd like to...
  11. Return of the Mother Goddess

    Archaeologist Latonya Coleman is on a mission to return a stolen idol to an ancient temple deep in the Ivory Coast of West Africa. She must contend with not only the local wildlife, but an old nemesis as well.
  12. The Change Comes

    I was a different man a year ago, yet I can't think of an exact difference. I can't even find a difference between me and my 12 year old counterpart, besides a vague answer of naivety. He doesn't exist, and I won't exist before long. A day, or a week, or a month from now this will be nothing but text from a dead man. Forgotten in the vaults of memory. Taken by the Change. As a teenager I remember testing my memory. I carved into a desk, 'Do you remember this?'. I couldn't tell you the...
  13. Theory of Mind

    Have you ever said, "You've read my mind?" We do this all the time—theorize about what is in the minds of others. This cognitive ability to infer the intentions, thoughts and emotions of others is termed by scientists theory of mind. I know what you're thinking.... Each and every one of us has a theory of mind. We use it to make sense of and predict behaviour. It's theory of mind that makes language possible, and story-telling, too. Anything where you have to get inside another's head....
  14. Poetry in Prose

    Art elicits emotion, and in A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful, Edmund Burke proposes that poetic verse is the most effective art form in evoking an emotional response. The title of this blog—I Dwell in Possibility— is a nod to Emily Dickinson and her poem that celebrates poetry: I dwell in Possibility I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –...
  15. Perspective and Perception

    Perspective is something you have and perception is something you do. Information comes in. Where do you look for it? That’s your perspective. You control it. It’s what you see. It’s your point of view. It’s what you focus on, be it narrow or broad. It’s what you consider. And in considering, you make sense of what you see. You interpret. That’s your perception. Perspective affects perception. A wider perspective sees more. For example, putting myself in another’s shoes may change my...
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