Writing Craft: Creating Cliffhangers


WRITING CRAFT: CREATING CLIFFHANGERS by Rayne Hall

To keep the reader going, turning page after page even when she meant to do the dishes or go to sleep, place an exciting hook at the end of every scene.

Don’t end a scene with everything resolved, good and well. Instead, make the reader tense Continue reading

10 Tricks For Writing Great Fight Scenes by Rayne Hall


10 TRICKS FOR WRITING GREAT FIGHT SCENES 

by Rayne Hall

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1. Choose an unusual location – the quirkiest place that’s plausible in your plot: a cow shed, a castle ruin, a catacomb. Involve the setting in the action: the fighters may slip on the muddy slope, leap across the fence, slam their opponent against the wall. Continue reading

When You Wish Upon a Star by M. A Barr


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M A Barr

 “Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly…”

-Langston Hughes

I sit at my drawing table, staring at the empty glass in front of me and the nearly finished bottle of whiskey beside it.  The hushed busy noise of artists that once filled the studio has been replaced with a deafening damning silence.  Their tables’ line up hauntingly in front of me, their ink stains the only reminder of the artists that once bled on them.  I remember watching them pack their belongings into boxes earlier that day— pouring what’s left of the whiskey into my glass, and wondering if they feel as hollow as I do now.  Scattered drawings and Continue reading

Reminder: Accepting Applications for Showcase


Reminder

We are still forming the panel to be featured in our first Select Showcase: We are looking for five skilled writers to address the same theme in different ways.

The five chosen pieces will be featured in a Showcase that will be open for public display, as well as inviting professionals from the publishing world to come and view.

If you are ready to write “Published” quality work in 2,000 to 4,000 words, using the theme of FIRST LOVE, Continue reading

Aspiring Authors


Hello my dear writers,

As you know, we have another opportunity for writers to come join in another adventure. (If you have not seen David’s post regarding this venture, please click here) First, I’d like to mention that this application opportunity is being offered to all of you. What the Writer’s Gallery is seeking are writers willing to put forth their best work and be viewed by not only the public, but by the professionals of the publishing industry.  We need only top quality work. Continue reading

Congratulations Everyone

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Hello everyone and congratulations,

To be sure you understand that this is from both Adrianna and I, we will both post it.  That’s okay, you can go read her version of the post, I won’t mind, she is a hell-of-a-lot cuter than me.

I have seen a couple of posts around G+ that implied disappointment over the results of some entries; I have seen posts with communal praise tinged with wounded dignity.  I don’t want anyone to feel anything less than a bristling pride.  In this type of contest, there has to be a winner, but then everyone else is still a runner-up and deserving of everyone’s congratulatory praise.  I am sincerely proud and inspired by each and every one of you, and honored to be among your number.

Now, here is some really great news that you can be proud of, too.  Since we needed a place to display your works and a central place for voting, this Challenge spurred Adrianna and me to build the Writer’s Gallery.  Without your submissions and without your asking, prodding, urging, begging, and maybe bribing your friends, family, followers, and the riff raff you dragged in off the street to read your work and vote for you, the Gallery could not have been born.

The Writer’s Gallery is not only our site.

This site is for you and every other writer everywhere.  (Okay, it is not our site, but she and I are going to moderate and edit.  Plus if anyone goes near Adrianna’s “baby,” I cannot ensure your safety or even your survival.)  With that caveat, we want everyone’s continued participation.  If you have a learning tool, some well-written advice or teaching instruction, email it.  If you have a suggestion for content, email it.  If you have a prompt you would like to share, email it.  If you have written something good and the process by which it was written is instructive, inspiring, or innovative, put that in writing and email it.  If you have an idea for a competition, a showing, or a feature, email it.  If everyone contributes, and everyone promotes, and everyone participates, this Writer’s Gallery will become THE one place to go for everything writer’s need.  The PITA and I have a pretty good foundation of knowledge and experience, but that pales in comparison to the collective minds of this vast and varied community of writers.  We need all of you, and we want all of you, your friends, your teachers, mentors, coaches and their friends, too, to come be a part of something truly magnificent.  We intend on expanding this beyond the boundaries of our meager talent and experience, and bring in contributors for business writing, technical, medical, scientific, newspaper and magazine, travel writers, bloggers, children’s literature, and community activism.  One site that will benefit (and in some cases even replace) every group, club, community, and gathering of writers everywhere.

BIG NEWS COMING!

We have a lot of exciting irons in the fire, with a big announcement coming tomorrow (if the PITA stops pinging me on the messenger long enough for me to get the job done).  There will be numerous opportunities to show your work, compete with other writers, promote yourself as an author, and hone your skills as a craftsman.

The word is being spread through the halls of the publishing world of what we are doing.  Real (paper) publishers, journal editors, magazine staff, and literary agents will be among the visitors and readers at the site.  As content grows, and the Gallery of featured writings expands, the opportunity to springboard into bigger more exciting opportunities will exist for all of us.  This is going to be big, thanks for coming along for the ride.

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

WRITER’S CHALLENGE RULES (Oct 2013)


Welcome everyone to the Writer’s Challenge Voting Room

From October 26th to October 30th, voting will be open to the public. All participants make sure to share with your Facebook, twitter, LinkedIn, etc, to bring in as many votes as possible. Short link is: http://wp.me/p3ZJi0-3A

After midnight on the last day, I will close voting and the results will be posted the following day. 

Voting Rules: Each voter may choose up to three stories that they like the most. Authors may not vote on their own entries.

To vote: Click on the ”LIke” button below the post or use the stars.

In the event of a tie: The hosts David Kent and Adrianna Joleigh will choose the winner.

***The winner will have the choice of his/her work that will be featured on Adrianna Joleigh’s site for an entire month. If you do not have a book or site that you wish to feature, she will be more than happy to feature some of your writing during the month for the world to see.

***The winning entry will also be showcased on this site.

Laston Kirkland–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 was going to have to go through the town of Gotham if he wanted to make it to lodging before the storm hit.  Damn fools. And they would expect him to save Continue reading

Drew Satterwhite–Untitled


“You sure you want to do this?” Kevin asks.

Eric, head lowered, raises his eyes. “I’ve never been as sure.”

The car idles quietly, heat barely able to keep the brothers warm against an unexpectedly harsh winter.

“Are you going to be able to handle him? He’s a big guy.”

“Does it matter?” Eric asks rhetorically. “I don’t care if he’s armed. This is what I need to… I have to do.” Continue reading

Matthew Eaton– Eternal Lover


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 Continue reading

A. Long — Chimera Self


My face was beat by wind and sleet,
Forest floor set traps to trip my feet.
My cloak wrapped tight about my neck,
In rain, I embarked on forest trek.
The creature wailed up in the tree,
Fought to keep his life from me.

My creation howled, woed, moaned,
Invoking God, each groan Continue reading

Yolanda Marin–A Crumpled Body


The pain surprised her, she had thought it would hurt less this time, that she would be numb to it.  Looking down, a tear fell from her cheek and disappeared into the pool of warm blood.  She knew she would have to go and wash up.  He hated to see her dishevelled, she must look her best or it may set him off again.  Her body ached and she knew that in a little while it would be covered in bruises.

This time had been worse than the others. She had lost consciousness, coming to only when she felt Coco licking the blood off 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

B. Paradis–Untitled


Each step was more agonizing than the last, each breath revealed another inner demon.  The Blue Forest was so majestic during the day, but under the shadow of night, its true nature was revealed. This was the only portal that all the sorrows of the world were released, in so much that even the flowers themselves grew blue from the tears of the Earth.

Another howl… Continue reading

Nariman Parker–BURGUNDY


Raindrops huge and insistent assaulted the glass behind him. Staring in his rear view mirror it looked like the dark was stalking him. He shrugged his jacket closer hoping the camouflage might shield him against the enveloping danger. The howling wind cried a tearful lament; warning him to veer off the unlit winding road where the only thing standing between him and the edge, were tiny pillars and the warning bells ringing in his head.

Jack cursed as a loose stone hit his windscreen. He drove on knowing he had trespassed against all reason Continue reading

Dennis Edwards–Bessie Mae’s Dream


Bess was relatively content in life.  She had come to accept certain things would never be as she would like them, but on the whole she had few real complaints.  She accepted the fact that life was short, and time accelerated without mercy after she turned thirty.  She accepted that she would never win a Pulitzer Prize, and that Chocolate was a fattening and most worthy temptation.  She could not accept not being in love.
She found herself on the cusp of middle age, ten years removed from college, and life had not yet turned out as she had hoped.  She thought surely by now she would be a professional writer, 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

Amy Glamos–Untitled


The rain had turned to ice somewhere between his house and the path, slicing at his raw hands and pinging against the dark glass of the windows behind him.  He clutched his coat tighter, desperate to hold onto the residual heat of her.  The wound on his shoulder trickled down his back beneath the layers, a viscid reminder of exactly what he was chasing after.  Somewhere through the swaying trees, an eerie howl pierced the silence of the storm.  She is near, he thought.

His steps quickened on the icy path as he slid his freezing hands into his pockets.  His stiff fingers closed around the cold metal of a gun.  Continue reading

Rachael Rippon–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 took a breath and stepped into the clearing, clutching his blanket more firmly about him. This was his only wish, he couldn’t waste it.
Before him stood his Nightmare, he hadn’t imagined she would look like this. She turned around and smiled. “Hello, I’ve been waiting such a long time.” She laughed. A laugh so light and airy it sounded almost human.
“I wasn’t expecting… you.” He looked about the clearing, but yes. She was the only one there. His Nightmare. Continue reading

Myron Dansby–Untitled


It was a stab in the hart, that she didn’t expect, after all, she hardly knew this little cat, it belonged to the neighbor, and it was bothersome at times, coming over and rubbing against her leg, running back and forth in the street.
as she knelt down by its lifeless body, a tear fell from her her cheek and disappeared into the pond of warm blood, she felt angry and sad at the same time.
if it wasn’t in the street that car wouldn’t have hit it!  she plucked up the body from the street and carried it to the old lady’s yard she was covered with blood and she knew she would have to find somewhere to wash. Continue reading

Crystal Lane


She was intrigued by the lack of emotional stimulation felt deep inside her soul. SHE ONLY SHED ONE TEAR…
She theorized in her spirit that she had been at this place in her life too many too many times before , and these emotions had now been silenced by a concrete wall of avoidance to glisten and make shiny her guilt.

It was only six short months ago she had missed her menses for two months . In her line of occupation, conception was a drawback not a great blessing bestowed upon the most fortunate; thus, it could not be allowed to sustain if she was to be able to sustain her own life. SHE DISTANTLY REMEMBERED THINKING WHAT THE BIRTHDAY OF THE LAST CHILD WOULD HAVE BEEN … Continue reading

Nathan Kane–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.”

Everything in his ever cowering soul desperately pleaded for him to turn and run away.  To flee away from it as he always had before.  But there was no turning back now.  Escape was impossible now as he could already feel the piercing of eyes burnt their hatred into him from behind and everywhere around him.  The pseudo safety that he had always fled to before was nothing but a vague memory now.  It no longer existed as his choice to flee was also nothing but a distant and forgotten illusion. Continue reading

Dyane Forde–Fire Reaper


FIRE REAPER

(This piece of fan fiction is based on the anime series, Darker Than Black)

”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.”

But that would have to wait. First, she had to pay her price and get back on her feet. More men were coming. Continue reading

M. A Barr–Maskara


I remember visiting the Witch’s bamboo hut.  People came sick and with questions, bearing gifts of meat, vegetable, and fruit as payment for her medicine and fortune-telling.  I went there every day, the smoky smell of incense an inviting scent, watched as she made herbal medicines, and as she put on a brightly painted mask each time.  I remember asking her for one, she told me they weren’t for little boys to play with.  I asked and I asked until finally I asked… Continue reading

Matt Ewens–Life Sublime


Life sublime

There had been no choice but to escape them; escape that false, fabricated life.  Escape the rules, the fake smiles and that unreal world he’d now left behind him.

It had all started when he’d found a secret camera lodged inside the broken video player. Initially he’d thought nothing of it, but curiosity had led him to recover the footage, discovering that his life was nothing more than a fabricated experiment. Of course his memory was erased, but eventually his dreams had told him the truth. 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