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You, a grown adult, are afraid of the dark
I was always afraid of the dark. Ever since I can remember. Even my first memory is about being afraid of the dark. It still haunts me, my first memory-not wanting to go to sleep. I didn't have words for my fear, but I knew what I was afraid of even when I was a...
Write A Conspiracy Theory Involving Multiple Countries And Individuals Regarding The Disappearance Of Your Soap
“It’s gone!” I shout, staring into my bathroom, covered in a cheerful wallpaper trying to imitate spring but failing spectacularly on delivering that promise. I hold onto its glass door as if it’s a lifeline. I gulp but my throat clicks dry. “This cannot be...
A man forgets his phone at home and has an adventurous day without it
A man, named George, left for work, as usual, at 7 am. He locked his house. Usual. He got into his car. Usual. He arrived at work - same as usual. When he reached into his pocket for his phone and didn’t find it - unusual. At first, panic set in. Thoughts screamed...
Your character is swimming in a lake/bay. She squints at a shape coming toward her in the water. What does she think she sees?
I float on my back, on top of the balmy water in the bay. Sighing in contentment, I close my dark violet eyes against the harsh midday sunslight of summer. I snuck out of the Crystal Palace, away from the etiquette teachers who were hounding me about dancing, and...
The door you had locked is now wide open
I climb the stairs, yawning. It had been a brutal day at court. B-R-U-T-A-L. Everything I said or did was criticized and made fun of by the ma’hars and ma’haras. The more I tried to correct my actions, the more they laughed at me. “Just because they are old and in...
Start a story with the line: “When I confronted him, he denied that he ever said it.”
“When I confronted him, he denied that he ever said it,” I say to Glenna as we walk deeper into the snow covered forest, outside the Crystal Palace. Glenna shakes her head in disappointment, then frowns and asks, “Who is this ‘he’ again?” She picks up a few...
A Letter to My Child
You have greatness in you. You have greatness in you. You have greatness in you. Your greatness is not the same as my greatness, or anyone else’s. It’s yours. You can be anything you want to be. ANYTHING. You have to let out your greatness. Stop allowing...
Review of ‘The Last Lumenian’ by Joyly Stevens
The following is a guest post from Queen of Midnight, aka Joyly Stevens. Thank you very much for the great article on my book and its characters. Check out Joyly's blog here or on Instagram @queenof_midnight Title: The Last Lumenian Author: S.G. Blaise...
Should I stay or should I go?
I stare into the gaping maw of a deep water sharks and the question arises - should I stay or should I go? But how did I get here? Two hours ago, Fearghas and I were galloping down the beach, seemingly into the setting two suns. Salty breeze tore at my dark violet...
The things your desk thinks at night
Night has fallen. Another one. So many nights, I can’t even remember the beginning. I just was. At first, I didn’t know what I was. Thought only about myself as a thing, even that thought didn’t come often. Then with each nightfall, more and more awareness...
Death at a Birthday Party
It was another birthday. One without my mom. One where Father forgets to show up on time. One where only Deidre and Captain Murtagh try to cheer me up. The one where someone died. But let me go back to the beginning. It’s my 14th birthday. You know the...
ACCIDENTAL NANOWRIMO
When I first started writing, back in 2013, I had a lot on my plate. I had just started writing the first draft of my book; I still had to learn the craft; I was participating in a Read & Critique group, where we would critique each other’s manuscripts; and I...
HOW READING SAVED MY LIFE AND WHY ANYONE SHOULD READ A BOOK
Well, not literally. Books don’t have hands after all. But reading helped me through a dark time of my life and it is still my go-to method for comfort. It’s an irrefutable fact that books are everywhere. In stores, small and big. In libraries. On bookshelves. On...
Why I Made The Mistake of Driving My Son to a Karate Lesson
I’ve never forgotten the day I made the mistake of driving my son to his karate lesson instead of walking. It started out as any other Monday, 6 o’clock in the evening - we were late. Less than five minutes before departure the karate belt was nowhere to be found....
You wake up in an open field, wearing an astronaut suit, lying on a surfboard. What happened?
I wake up with a mother of all migraines, like lightning, hammering my brain. My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton balls. Everything hurts as if I got hit by a car. Was I? I groan and open my eyes. Above me, a humidity covered surface that looks a lot like a...
You, a grown adult, are afraid of the dark
I was always afraid of the dark. Ever since I can remember. Even my first memory is about being afraid of the dark. It still haunts me, my first memory-not wanting to go to sleep. I didn't have words for my fear, but I knew what I was afraid of even when I was a...
Write A Conspiracy Theory Involving Multiple Countries And Individuals Regarding The Disappearance Of Your Soap
“It’s gone!” I shout, staring into my bathroom, covered in a cheerful wallpaper trying to imitate spring but failing spectacularly on delivering that promise. I hold onto its glass door as if it’s a lifeline. I gulp but my throat clicks dry. “This cannot be...
A man forgets his phone at home and has an adventurous day without it
A man, named George, left for work, as usual, at 7 am. He locked his house. Usual. He got into his car. Usual. He arrived at work - same as usual. When he reached into his pocket for his phone and didn’t find it - unusual. At first, panic set in. Thoughts screamed...
Your character is swimming in a lake/bay. She squints at a shape coming toward her in the water. What does she think she sees?
I float on my back, on top of the balmy water in the bay. Sighing in contentment, I close my dark violet eyes against the harsh midday sunslight of summer. I snuck out of the Crystal Palace, away from the etiquette teachers who were hounding me about dancing, and...
The door you had locked is now wide open
I climb the stairs, yawning. It had been a brutal day at court. B-R-U-T-A-L. Everything I said or did was criticized and made fun of by the ma’hars and ma’haras. The more I tried to correct my actions, the more they laughed at me. “Just because they are old and in...
Start a story with the line: “When I confronted him, he denied that he ever said it.”
“When I confronted him, he denied that he ever said it,” I say to Glenna as we walk deeper into the snow covered forest, outside the Crystal Palace. Glenna shakes her head in disappointment, then frowns and asks, “Who is this ‘he’ again?” She picks up a few...
A Letter to My Child
You have greatness in you. You have greatness in you. You have greatness in you. Your greatness is not the same as my greatness, or anyone else’s. It’s yours. You can be anything you want to be. ANYTHING. You have to let out your greatness. Stop allowing...
Review of ‘The Last Lumenian’ by Joyly Stevens
The following is a guest post from Queen of Midnight, aka Joyly Stevens. Thank you very much for the great article on my book and its characters. Check out Joyly's blog here or on Instagram @queenof_midnight Title: The Last Lumenian Author: S.G. Blaise...
Should I stay or should I go?
I stare into the gaping maw of a deep water sharks and the question arises - should I stay or should I go? But how did I get here? Two hours ago, Fearghas and I were galloping down the beach, seemingly into the setting two suns. Salty breeze tore at my dark violet...
The things your desk thinks at night
Night has fallen. Another one. So many nights, I can’t even remember the beginning. I just was. At first, I didn’t know what I was. Thought only about myself as a thing, even that thought didn’t come often. Then with each nightfall, more and more awareness...
Death at a Birthday Party
It was another birthday. One without my mom. One where Father forgets to show up on time. One where only Deidre and Captain Murtagh try to cheer me up. The one where someone died. But let me go back to the beginning. It’s my 14th birthday. You know the...
ACCIDENTAL NANOWRIMO
When I first started writing, back in 2013, I had a lot on my plate. I had just started writing the first draft of my book; I still had to learn the craft; I was participating in a Read & Critique group, where we would critique each other’s manuscripts; and I...
HOW READING SAVED MY LIFE AND WHY ANYONE SHOULD READ A BOOK
Well, not literally. Books don’t have hands after all. But reading helped me through a dark time of my life and it is still my go-to method for comfort. It’s an irrefutable fact that books are everywhere. In stores, small and big. In libraries. On bookshelves. On...
Why I Made The Mistake of Driving My Son to a Karate Lesson
I’ve never forgotten the day I made the mistake of driving my son to his karate lesson instead of walking. It started out as any other Monday, 6 o’clock in the evening - we were late. Less than five minutes before departure the karate belt was nowhere to be found....
You wake up in an open field, wearing an astronaut suit, lying on a surfboard. What happened?
I wake up with a mother of all migraines, like lightning, hammering my brain. My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton balls. Everything hurts as if I got hit by a car. Was I? I groan and open my eyes. Above me, a humidity covered surface that looks a lot like a...
You, a grown adult, are afraid of the dark
I was always afraid of the dark. Ever since I can remember. Even my first memory is about being afraid of the dark. It still haunts me, my first memory-not wanting to go to sleep. I didn't have words for my fear, but I knew what I was afraid of even when I was a...
Write A Conspiracy Theory Involving Multiple Countries And Individuals Regarding The Disappearance Of Your Soap
“It’s gone!” I shout, staring into my bathroom, covered in a cheerful wallpaper trying to imitate spring but failing spectacularly on delivering that promise. I hold onto its glass door as if it’s a lifeline. I gulp but my throat clicks dry. “This cannot be...
A man forgets his phone at home and has an adventurous day without it
A man, named George, left for work, as usual, at 7 am. He locked his house. Usual. He got into his car. Usual. He arrived at work - same as usual. When he reached into his pocket for his phone and didn’t find it - unusual. At first, panic set in. Thoughts screamed...
Your character is swimming in a lake/bay. She squints at a shape coming toward her in the water. What does she think she sees?
I float on my back, on top of the balmy water in the bay. Sighing in contentment, I close my dark violet eyes against the harsh midday sunslight of summer. I snuck out of the Crystal Palace, away from the etiquette teachers who were hounding me about dancing, and...
The door you had locked is now wide open
I climb the stairs, yawning. It had been a brutal day at court. B-R-U-T-A-L. Everything I said or did was criticized and made fun of by the ma’hars and ma’haras. The more I tried to correct my actions, the more they laughed at me. “Just because they are old and in...
Start a story with the line: “When I confronted him, he denied that he ever said it.”
“When I confronted him, he denied that he ever said it,” I say to Glenna as we walk deeper into the snow covered forest, outside the Crystal Palace. Glenna shakes her head in disappointment, then frowns and asks, “Who is this ‘he’ again?” She picks up a few...
A Letter to My Child
You have greatness in you. You have greatness in you. You have greatness in you. Your greatness is not the same as my greatness, or anyone else’s. It’s yours. You can be anything you want to be. ANYTHING. You have to let out your greatness. Stop allowing...
Review of ‘The Last Lumenian’ by Joyly Stevens
The following is a guest post from Queen of Midnight, aka Joyly Stevens. Thank you very much for the great article on my book and its characters. Check out Joyly's blog here or on Instagram @queenof_midnight Title: The Last Lumenian Author: S.G. Blaise...
Should I stay or should I go?
I stare into the gaping maw of a deep water sharks and the question arises - should I stay or should I go? But how did I get here? Two hours ago, Fearghas and I were galloping down the beach, seemingly into the setting two suns. Salty breeze tore at my dark violet...
The things your desk thinks at night
Night has fallen. Another one. So many nights, I can’t even remember the beginning. I just was. At first, I didn’t know what I was. Thought only about myself as a thing, even that thought didn’t come often. Then with each nightfall, more and more awareness...
Death at a Birthday Party
It was another birthday. One without my mom. One where Father forgets to show up on time. One where only Deidre and Captain Murtagh try to cheer me up. The one where someone died. But let me go back to the beginning. It’s my 14th birthday. You know the...
ACCIDENTAL NANOWRIMO
When I first started writing, back in 2013, I had a lot on my plate. I had just started writing the first draft of my book; I still had to learn the craft; I was participating in a Read & Critique group, where we would critique each other’s manuscripts; and I...
HOW READING SAVED MY LIFE AND WHY ANYONE SHOULD READ A BOOK
Well, not literally. Books don’t have hands after all. But reading helped me through a dark time of my life and it is still my go-to method for comfort. It’s an irrefutable fact that books are everywhere. In stores, small and big. In libraries. On bookshelves. On...
Why I Made The Mistake of Driving My Son to a Karate Lesson
I’ve never forgotten the day I made the mistake of driving my son to his karate lesson instead of walking. It started out as any other Monday, 6 o’clock in the evening - we were late. Less than five minutes before departure the karate belt was nowhere to be found....
You wake up in an open field, wearing an astronaut suit, lying on a surfboard. What happened?
I wake up with a mother of all migraines, like lightning, hammering my brain. My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton balls. Everything hurts as if I got hit by a car. Was I? I groan and open my eyes. Above me, a humidity covered surface that looks a lot like a...