A Void to Avoid by D.W Metz (short story)


As I walked up the steps to my apartment I found a bright orange eviction notice stapled into the cracked paint of the brown door.  It came as little surprise as I’d been avoiding the landlord for two months. I only left in the middle of the night for minimal groceries and to find the remnants of half smoked cigarettes outside the bus station entrance.  Anything as not to be caught in her gaze and questioned yet again why the rent remained unpaid. With as little noise as possible I opened the lock to the apartment, leaving the orange notice stapled to the door, and closed it behind me. Continue reading

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WRITING A GREAT DUEL SCENE by Rayne Hall


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Duels are often the most exciting and memorable scenes of a novel.  Here are some tips Continue reading

DEMURE AND DANGEROUS – WRITING FEMALE SELF-DEFENCE SCENES by Rayne Hall


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DEMURE AND DANGEROUS – WRITING FEMALE SELF-DEFENCE SCENES

by Rayne Hall

Rayne Hall

Rayne Hall

 

Today’s readers expect the heroine to fight her own way out of trouble. Screaming, swooning, and waiting for the hero to come to the rescue, is no longer enough. Continue reading

Joseph Imperi–Winner of Valentine’s Writer’s Challenge


Congratulations Joseph Imperi !!!!!! You are the winner of the Valentine’s Writer’s Challenge. joseph imperi

You have won your choice of prizes in which we will discuss in private, along with a painting by A. Joleigh.

 

To find out more about Joseph Imperi, please visit Meet the Winners!!

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To learn more about our upcoming Mardi Gras Writer’s Challenge, click here.

What To Expect From A Critique & Book Reviews


bae910b9-d3a9-482f-affe-8395e4f97ec3What is a critique?

Critique is a of disciplined, systematic analysis of a written or oral discourse. Critique is commonly understood as fault-finding and negative judgement, but it can also involve merit recognition, and in the philosophical tradition it also means a methodical practice of doubt. —Babylon dictionary.

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My little ranting…

Ever since I saw someone throw a fit about reviews they received by a reader, I’ve been dying to write about it.  So that I may stop banging my head against my desk when reading about this oh-so-common problem, I am going to vent here. Continue reading

The Dangers of Writing In Passive When an Active Voice Is Demanded.


This post is aimed towards genres such as  horror, thriller, suspense and action ( pretty much any genre where the need to grip the audience’s attention is necessary!)

Keep in mind, while reading this post, I am not expert writer. However, I have had more than my share of rough critiques, and I’m grateful for them. Without them I would not have been sought after by publicists for Nadia, and commended on my vigorous technique. My hope in writing this post is to help some of you learn a bit of what I’ve learned. 

Write in an active voice!! Do not attempt to write these genre’s in a passive voice. It will not sit well with your audience. We choose to read these genres with an expectation that we will be blown away, not put to sleep. Continue reading

Francis Franklin-Untitled


The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash. She knew she would have to find somewhere to hide. Already the sky was bright with the coming dawn. The hunters would be awake by now, eager to sniff out her trail. Like this one had. He should have stayed with them instead of charging into the night Continue reading

Youssef Sleiman–Untitled


The pain surprised her. She had thought it would hurt less this time. 

Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash. The borrowed red dress, doing its job perfectly to the aghast high school talent show audience, didn’t hide anything from her partner onstage, Denis Friebt. He held the gun – and a face awash with defeat, horror and guilt.

“You can’t make me shoot you onstage. They’re going to know about it,” Denis said, wearing a face full of defiance, horror and fear. “I’ll get expelled.” Continue reading

Justin Michael Schmidt–Untitled


Sleet pinging against dark glass behind him, wind whipped leaves stampeding past his feet on the unlit path, an eerie howl screaming through the treetops; he knew he had trespassed against all reason and common sense, yet he walked further, bent against the storm, forward to meet his nightmare face-to-face.

He is not really here. His body lays where it has fallen in what was once their home. Some part of him knows this, but does not care…

“Maggie!” He was screaming himself now; screaming into oblivion. But, the wind howled to mock him and his lost love. Continue reading

T L Scott–Untitled


”The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She knew she would have to find somewhere to wash.”

She couldn’t let them see her like this.  They would take her away again.  Take her away to the bad place.   They said they would cure her.  If they saw her like this then they would know.  She couldn’t let them find out.  They couldn’t help her then and they can’t help her now.  She looked at the fresh cut she had inflicted upon her scarred body.  It wasn’t even bleeding that bad anymore.  She hadn’t succeeded in what she wanted to do.  At least the pain made it go away for a while.  The pain drove it back, but never too far away.  She knew that IT would be back again to torment her. Continue reading

Christine Campbell–Untitled


The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time. Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood. She needed to wash up, but her strength was gone, seeping out of her in that warm, sticky flow.

He’d gone now: gone to the pub. He’d be ‘drowning his sorrow’, as the saying goes, except it wasn’t his sorrow. It was hers. She looked at the implements of his torture, knowing she’d have to clean up before he came back. God knew she could do without feeling the weight of his fist on top of everything else. Continue reading