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vampire house #3

Two tall, robe clad figures stood beside the examination table where the dead girl lay. One was a man with disproportionately broad shoulders and a narrow chin, and the other was an elegant woman with a pleasant face and long … Continue reading

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vampire house #2

Edison waited impatiently as the minute hand of the wall clock declared only half an hour had passed since he made the call. He weighed his options in his mind and tried to come up with a back up plan … Continue reading

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vampire house #1

Vampire House Every monster knows that it is a monster to its prey, and all prey know that they are food for the monsters. There is little room for conscience or hesitation at the moment of the fatal blow. And … Continue reading

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‘Rainy’ – a tentative Chapter One

Ted Wilder walked down the corridor of his high school, taking in all the changes that had been made in the last ten years. The building was nearly empty now, a few stragglers remained near the lockers lining the walls. … Continue reading

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Ilona Andrews gives her take on narrative ‘voices’

I wrote to Ilona Andrews for advice on my writing, and the authors graciously answered me on their blog. My question was the following: “I know the best advice given to new/young writers is read, read, read and write, write, … Continue reading

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when the characters snub the words I put in their mouth

I can’t seem to write dialogues that sound natural. Sometimes I can, but those times come very, very rarely. Usually what I write sounds hammy. As if I’m forcing the two characters to converse, or that I’m deliberately making them … Continue reading

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dirt

My roots are dirty. Someone has poured dirt on my roots! They were clean this morning. Oh, yes, I’m certain they were clean. I had felt the air on them- warm and soothing. It had been most comforting. I had … Continue reading

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