A Writer's Blog
There was no point in trying the elevators at the Coldessi Boulevard subway station again. The climb down the emergency staircase was just as dim as before, though it was much easier on everyone’s legs. It was also just long enough for David to share his story with Nico and Shavonne – the one he told the others on the train.
“You were what?” Nico asked in surprise.
“Oh god,” Shavonne said.
...Read moreMy town got a lot of show these past two weeks. Then melted away a few days later. So far, a typical winter around here.
Here’s a story idea you can play with the next time you’re stuck inside because of weather.
...Read moreIt’s the first Friday of January. Time for a fresh set of writing prompts for 2022. Happy writing, all!
...Read moreHere’s one last story idea to tide you over into 2022. Hope it’s a good one!
...Read moreThe eight huddled together against the wall of a graffiti-covered underpass. Bern would tell them later that he and his skater friends regularly hung out here. The bare concrete cave was quiet now. Nothing but the wind and what they hoped was the distant rumble of thunder.
Nico didn’t hear that silence. He had his headphones on. He was too busy searching the static coming through for signs of Gibberish.
...Read moreMy family is hosting Christmas this year too. Thus, my last two posts of 2021 may not land on Fridays. It really depends on when guests arrive and when I can scrape together a few minutes to update the blog. For now, though, here’s a story idea to feed your next writing session.
...Read moreHello all.
Most of what I wanted to say reflections-wise I said back in August. Yet there are a few things I want to update you on before the year ends. So think of this less as an end-of-the-year letter and more of a quick update post.
...Read moreHappy Hanukkah to all of my Jewish readers. Yep, the holiday season is back again. Here are some treats fo your muse to nibble on.
...Read moreBern yelled and swung his skateboard at the empty air for a few more moments before collapsing, exhausted. Mia also sank to her knees. She stared at her hands, silent, mouth agape.
Bern shouted, grabbing his wrist. The pain hit him now that the adrenaline was ebbing.
...Read moreI don’t like posting prompts and story ideas back to back, but work is forcing my hand. Day jobs. What can you do?
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