The first line is everything.
The first line leads to the second line, and so on, until there are no lines left to read.
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The first line leads to the second line, and so on, until there are no lines left to read.
Read More »Earlier this year, I submitted a story to the inaugural issue of 48HR Magazine, which invited writers to craft stories based on a theme in about 24 hours. Editors and designers took the accepted submissions and put together a magazine in another 24 hours.
My 1,200-word story made the cut, though that theme—cut—continued into the publication, in which the piece appeared sans about 900 words.
I was still thrilled to be published, and to be featured on the magazine’s website. Still, I wanted people to be able to read the full story, which follows.
P.S.—I successfully submitted a piece to the magazine’s second issue as well. Though my feature isn’t online, check out Longshot and grab a copy.
Read More »I recently spent a wonderful morning picking avocados in an aunt’s backyard, under a tree humming with bees. The moment was so full of life, but some of the more weather-worn and, well, dying items rusting or flaking around her property caught my eye.
The same thing happened on a January trip to the beach. I was surrounded by motion and life, but the hole-riddled, sanded-down bits of flotsam drew my attention.
Of the two-dozen stories I penned while in my Ficly frenzy of Aught-Nine, this may be the one of which I was the most pleased. I’ve long had a somewhat vague curiosity regarding Victorian flower language, so I researched it and this dark little bit of fiction was the result.
Read More »I recently penned this short story at ficly.com, and it managed to attract some attention. It seems like a good jumping off point for me for a collection of urban fantasy short stories:
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