Creativity isn't finite. The more you give, the more you have. That's a philosophy I want to live by, and Ksenia does too. Ksenia Anske sends cards with personalized stories to her readers. So when she sent one for my writers' group, I volunteered to facilitate our writers prompt and had everyone write her a… Continue reading Stories on why we create
Caila has travelled to and fro to scatter wishes. Village, city, forest and field, a wish in every place her feet would touch. She would wish on that first star every night, she would wish with a tap of her heels, and she would wish by meadows of clover and weeds. The wishes piled up,… Continue reading Shovels & Ash
The Sandman is taking me. He unscrews my hands, my feet, my ears, my nose – whatever is in reach. Then the dreams – I enter my dreams and am falling apart. Why does everyone stare? What are they looking at? No, not a human. I’m nothing but an abomination now, an automaton. He… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Sandman’s Falsehood
Everyone else thought she had escaped just in time, leaving them and their scoffings to the pain they now experienced. Or so she told herself. She wished her view confirmed their alleged thoughts, but really that was merely a hypothetical audience that could not exist. The people she actually saw through the impenetrable iron gate… Continue reading Between
[Say that blogpost title five times fast.] Writing Prompt: Childhood Pet While we're all talking about independence, here's my morbid memory of one of my family's first pets. I wrote this for the Writer's Prompt in A Year of Writing Dangerously that asks to write about a childhood pet. Freedom Freddie Freedom Freddie. A duckling… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Freedom Freddie
