Lonan braced his hands on both sides of the nearest hollow, staring into it with all his determination. Porous rock stabbed his palms. The blackness ahead shimmered with sound. Garbled nothing-lyrics vibrated below his ear and jaw. All around him, Lonan was surrounded by the rushing Ream.
Day 10: Porfirio Record
The Porfirio family record was massive and unevenly bound together, several different papers and diaries all fit into one tome. It gave the impression a hard shake might send everything flying out onto the floor. The cover was decorated with the Porfirio name and golden scrawl, much newer than most of the pages.
The Variable Danger of Wish-Fulfillment Characters
Reading has been long equated with escapism, imagination, and wish-fulfillment. What if this adventure happened to me? What if I was the hero? Roleplaying games function much the same way, and can create some amazing things. But, as writers, we have a certain responsibility to the characters we create.
The Genres Get Married
Your brother, Sci-Fi, is already drunk and drifting off near a gardenia arrangement, probably spacing out. Kooky Aunt Magical Realism is in The Front Row in a funny hat, primed to catch the bouquet when it's thrown. You can't place it, but something's always been off about her.
A Cautionary Tale: Abstraction in “Shatter Me”
I liked plenty of "Young Adult" books before genrefication and I still do now. There are a lot of hidden treasures below the stenciled garbage, and I'm on a journey to discover some. As my first step in this journey, I turned to Tahereh Mafi's popular 2011 "Shatter Me."
Sliding Down the Uncanny Valley
Here are my top picks for perception-twister, on a scale from "It Messes With You" to "My Brain Is Dripping Out My Ears and I'll Never Feel Safe Again."
The letters get away from me, making tiramisu.
7 Microprompts for Betrayal
Since my body has decided to betray me with a hideous sinus infection, I decided this week's microprompts ought to reflect it. Shame on you, immune system. Get your act together.
Day 23: Wild Lady
Shardae kept her mouth shut. If she said Siskin, they would surely send her back. A life of holy discipline must be better than slavery, but somehow Shardae still felt like she hadn’t run far enough.
Day 16: Abyss Dust
“Tell me, Umi Siskin, great hero of the Margins,” he said. “Tell my why a Demon is a Demon.”