Writing Exercise – Trashy Blurbs
Describing my stories is significantly harder than writing them. It’s kind of funny, really, how when I strip out all
An author's collection of thoughts and stories
Describing my stories is significantly harder than writing them. It’s kind of funny, really, how when I strip out all
Hackett arranged to have the prison’s school teacher tutor Alice privately on the weekend, and she was delighted to discover
Alice watched Spring mature into summer through the window of her tower room, and missed the feeling of breathing in
Elias couldn’t shake the strange sensation that was overtaking him, the feeling that the future was shaping itself in that
Alice had met Damon when she was sixteen-years-old, and he had talked her into bed with him that night. Shortly
Setting down the spatula, still laden with chocolate frosting, Elias calmly turned to face his death. -The Black Magus, by
Doctor Westley tended to the women of the prison with a small rotation of nurses, and while Alice knew full
I’m a hopeless romantic, through and through. This was perhaps a bit silly of me, but after “The Scion Suit”
I know. I spent over a year working on the first draft for this novel, and these are the