Strange Wednesdays: Sinister Countdown

Fellow blogger The Ink Owl is featuring Halloween themed flash fiction, poetry, and recipes all month, and I'm excited that some of my work has already been featured. My short story The Preserve (with a new ending) and a horror haiku have both been included in The Ink Owl's Sinister Countdown. Strange Happenings This Week:... Continue Reading →

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Muse of the Day

Nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world. —Jonathan, Stranger Things

Strange Writing: Tanka

bright harlequin leaves fall languidly to the ground undressing the trees the sweet summer is over a season of mischief has begun ******* Thank you Go Dog Go Cafe for today's prompt!

Muse of the Day

Now I realize that there is no righteous path, it’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it is far too easy to do your worst. -Castiel, Supernatural

Strange Writing: 3 Line Tale

Lacey looked up after gathering loose dollar bills and her top from the stage and froze. Sid was silhouetted in the doorframe, the club's black lights revealing a dark splatter on his white button down shirt, and making the teeth revealed by his gaping smile glow. The last time she gave him a lap dance... Continue Reading →

Muse of the Day

I don’t know what’s coming next. But I do know it’s gonna be just like this – hard, painful. But in the end, it’s gonna be us. If we all do our parts, believe it, we’ll be the one’s left standing. Here endeth the lesson. – Buffy Summers, Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Strange Acoustics: Yellow

I love when the right song complements a scene in a movie and gives it a deeper meeting. I haven't seen Crazy Rich Asians yet, but when I read about the soundtrack, particularly Katherine Ho's cover of Coldplay's Yellow, I was intrigued. Initially, Coldplay was against using the song in the movie, as it can... Continue Reading →

Muse of the Day

You talk about the weight of what you have to do, how you can handle it. A bad man, someone truly evil? They’re light as a feather. They don’t feel a thing.Michonne, The Walking Dead

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