Of the nether, the unthings, it was made. An abstract, a formless thought that swivelled and spun to desire and intention. It had no name. It had no mind. But thoughtlessness it was not. In the dead night where silence is heard and when wide-eyed unwavering spells visions in the blackness, it takes hold of mere mortals What comes is but a reflection of their tend to life or destruction for this, of the unthings, is its power.
This is me, I know you won’t want to read this because it will make you sad but I can’t be a coward. And that doesn’t make you one. But it does make some. And I won’t be. I want to make you promises but the risks are huge, you know that and I know that. I have to raise Lazarus from the deep and when I do everyone will benefit from it and that makes me proud. I know you have said it before but I can’t lie to you. I
Hi, this is me. I’ll be home later tonight! Love, John
Rolling through, what seems to be, time. All that is, all that was, are particles in time of visit. In time travel, we tend to wonder about each decision we made, each choice for shame. And the point is, here in this ship, everything moves, everything changes. Bringing Sal back to life will change everything, I mean this ship might just s-
Here’s a really great article about the 5 Key Book Publishing Paths that provides a clear and well-thought out distinction between many different forms of publishing that first novel.
Beautifully put together in a infographic, Jane Friedman gives us a glimpse at the publishing path establishing writers might take.
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What methods of publishing have you considered?
Scowls as I enter into the marble-decked hall I call my ‘second living room’. Jealousy maybe, or its more vicious brother Envy. As a man who has ever uttered the phrase, ‘I think I have too much money’, I have become used to the twisted faces of the people who were once humble. Strange to think, those in a less wealthy place would look at me with such demeaning distaste, fueled by the thought that chance (and not hard work) should have put them in the place of me. Well, I’m never inviting THESE people to my holiday mansion ever again.
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He woke. It was sunrise. The sun peaked gently over the horizon. The bus hummed along a road skirting the Black Sea. Everyone else was sleeping. Pink light bounced neatly across the blue-black water which turned, churned, reflected in a frenzied mixing of color and light and shadow.
I should grab my camera, he thought. He didn’t. This, he decided, would be his alone. He made a silent promise that this memory would remain pure and perfect and true.
Three years on, he was shocked that he could no longer recall it with any kind of clarity.
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What can you write in 100 words?
A mystery? A strange unnatural occurrence where fish rain down with heavy rain from the heavens?
Where creativity exists, inspiration can be found in anything and everything.
In this incredible article published in atlasobscura.com, our new favorite site for the weird and wonderful, a small Honduran town experienced a strange phenomenon where small still-living fish are found flopping on the streets after heavy rain. Some have dubbed this weather phenomenon as “animal rain”, and many have even gone on to say that the event that happened in that small Honduran town is not isolated.
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We are inspired with a mystery on hand. Are you?