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Monday Muse: Who did it.

September 29, 2014

Someone is sitting on a park bench reading about a recent string of crimes. This person knows who did it. -1200 Creative Writing Prompts * * * The leaves had long since fallen off the trees in central park, and those leaves had been hidden months ago by a thick layer of white powder. Snow burdened the park, giving its barren trees and empty walkways a heavy, lonely feeling. Alan sat on a park bench just off the path from the chess boards with the paper folded on his lap in a neat, tight rectangle, and he simply stared at the spot where, just a month earlier, Donovan had died. Simon’s call that morning licked at the back of Alan’s mind until he couldn’t ignore it anymore. The message was only three words long, but those three words were bricks on Alan’s subconscious. “Read the paper.” He didn’t need to open it to know what he was going to find […]


Book Review: The Blue Blazes

September 26, 2014

You know how I said I was going to try to read a book every month for the next year? Yeah, well, I’m not doing so great with that. Turns out, being pregnant takes a lot out of you and it’s hard to read when you’re sleeping instead. It’s also hard to read when you’re so busy with work that you’re working way more hours than you’d expected–and it was especially hard when I was still writing a blog a day. Anyway, I’m cutting myself a lot of slack because really, there’s no use in beating myself up over it. I have been reading a lot more than I had been, though, which is awesome, and the most recent book I finished was The Blue Blazes by Chuck Wendig. That’s right, folks. You’re getting a book review. The Blue Blazes Genre: Urban Fantasy Rating: 4 out of 5 stars How’s that for a book review layout, eh? I talked a […]


Monday Muse: The Sound

September 15, 2014

“Write about a noise – or a silence – that won’t go away.” – The Pocket Muse * * * She heard footsteps again. She always heard the footsteps. They echoed through her empty room – empty of everything but a blanket in the corner and a bucket for her to shit in. Mackenzie curled up as far from the door as she could. The footsteps got louder and louder until they passed. They never came with voices. It’s like the ghosts were afraid of saying anything because they didn’t want Mackenzie to hear them, and if she heard them, she could suck them into her muddled world and drain the life right out of them. She didn’t know how much time had passed – how many days had gone by without light or sound, other than those goddamned footsteps. She had lost track of everything but those fucking footsteps. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had a […]


Monday Muse: The Bathtub Story.

September 8, 2014

Hey guys! First thing’s first, you should definitely check out this awesome piece written by a friend of mine in response to the last Monday Muse. It’s dark, but good. I think you’ll enjoy it! That being said, we’re moving on for today. So, technically, this is a prompt I was inspired to create after reading a piece from the prompt book I have. The passage reads as such: “In Making Shapely Fiction, the witty and wonderful Jerome Stern cautions against writing the “bathtub story.” A bathtub story opens with the protagonist taking a bath (or occupying a similar confined space). During this bath, the protagonist thinks of, ruminates upon, wonders about, and analyzes the past, present, and future, but he never gets out of the bathtub.” In this, they caution against writing a bathtub story, but for the sake of exercise, I think it sounds like a whole lot of fun to keep yourself confined to these kinds of […]


Monday Muse: Pretending

August 25, 2014

Okay, since this is the first Monday Muse, I wanted to give you guys an idea on how these posts will look. After that, anything above my sign-off won’t be in future Monday Muse posts. So! Let’s get started! First, I’ll have the prompt itself as well as the source of the prompt (right now I’m pulling from a book called “The Pocket Muse.”). Next is my own writing sample based on the prompt above. Note, I will spend no more than thirty minutes to an hour on each piece of writing, so many of them are incomplete, and that’s totally okay. When you do your own piece, you can take as little or as much time as you’d like, but I like having flash fiction pieces. Not only does this almost always guarantee they’re short enough for a blog, but then I don’t get burnt out or stressed it it’s not perfect. Remember, this is just a prompt! And […]


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