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.
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."
All writers start as readers. And a lot of us started in the same place. Let's take a trip to my childhood, and possibly to yours.
Sadie owned the most remarkable pair of green eyes Iván had ever itched to paint.
"I bought my ticket outta Hell the same way I bought my ticket in: feedin' the baby diamonds."
When I found out there was such a thing as Ratcatcher's Day, I had to make it a writing occasion.
There are spiders all over my house lately: the little jumpy ones, who alternate between "cute" and "awful," and the huge juicy ones with the musculature Hercules who are always Lawful Awful. In case they kill me in my sleep, here are seven uncanny microprompts to remember me by.