Every day before breakfast, Mariela crept out to see the fairy’s maze. She took her mother’s old mirror from the top of its mahogany dresser, blowing off the scraps of crumbling wallpaper, and swiped a scone from the cook’s first batch of the day.
Tag: prose
Writer Confessions 9
Reading is good for you. It's good for learning empathy and it's good for honing your writing skills. Find time to read during the day the same way you find time to write: a paragraph at a time, in between tasks, in pieces and sometimes in the sly.
Day 18: Swordswoman’s Son
In the pale wash of the cracked window, his clipped hair shone almost white. He’d changed since he and Lonan had been bathed together and scolded together—he was built like a swordswoman’s son now. His mother’s spitting image.
Day 2: Fireside
Shay crouched down next to the small fire, mesmerized by feeding wood inside and watching it be eaten at. He showed no sign of moving.
“The dark arts better be worried, oh boy!”
Halloween is on its way, and let me tell you: there is nothing spookier than the AI-generated chapter of Harry Potter.
Writer Confessions 8
I admitted to the leader of a prose-writing workshop my worst fear was being misunderstood. He misunderstood what I meant.
Salty Writers’ Social
It's anonymous, it's cathartic, and on paper it's fairly humorous. Give it a try! Be salty before you're angry.