I get lost too often in things that don't matter and forget how import it is to just listen to that little voice in my head that tells me to "Keep Writing". Five people liked this on FB. One day, I hope for more.
http://www.helium.com/items/2246863-flash-fiction-his-first-paycheck
Friday, November 4, 2011
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Fireman
The Fireman
As a fan of mid-century science fiction, I often am left wondering, why, if we have been given this foresight, do we still let our futures play out the same way? Bradbury's tale, written more than half a century ago, tells a familiar story.
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1879562/the_fireman.html
The FiremanAs a fan of mid-century science fiction, I often am left wondering, why, if we have been given this foresight, do we still let our futures play out the same way? Bradbury's tale, written more than half a century ago, tells a familiar story.
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1879562/the_fireman.html
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
My Newest Creation
My newest creation has actually been hiding for years. Approximately 6 that is. My story has been dwelling inside of my head for so long and I have never felt a closer connection to a story or character in my life. This story is painfully hard to write. So many emotions arise inside of me and I'm flooded with ideas and vicarious memories.
Her name is Natas and 13 years ago, she began as a vampire. I wrote several vampire stories about her in high school and remember my writing teacher asking me to write more. She was perhaps 8-10 years my senior and could tell she was really into that sort of thing. She told me I had a future, but assumed that she probably told that to many of her students.
Likewise my creative writing teacher in my short-lived college days told me the same thing. Most of my stories then were assignments in which I could not choose the genre, but he was equally impressed and asked if he could publish my stories in some sort of yearly publication of his. This made me a little nervous and I dropped out of college soon after that.
Through the years my story of Natas began to morph into a much different story. No more a vampire, but an angel, with a very interesting story to tell. She absolutely intrigues me and I am hoping that her story will end well...
I will begin posting parts of this story in a new blog when I feel that its ready for people to actually read. I have barely begun the first draft of the intro and first chapter, but I feel that it will be ready soon. The emotions though, they overwhelm me, so I almost have to force myself to write it. Its hard to explain. For me, its almost like listening to the Cure. Some music is too painful to listen to.
Her name is Natas and 13 years ago, she began as a vampire. I wrote several vampire stories about her in high school and remember my writing teacher asking me to write more. She was perhaps 8-10 years my senior and could tell she was really into that sort of thing. She told me I had a future, but assumed that she probably told that to many of her students.
Likewise my creative writing teacher in my short-lived college days told me the same thing. Most of my stories then were assignments in which I could not choose the genre, but he was equally impressed and asked if he could publish my stories in some sort of yearly publication of his. This made me a little nervous and I dropped out of college soon after that.
Through the years my story of Natas began to morph into a much different story. No more a vampire, but an angel, with a very interesting story to tell. She absolutely intrigues me and I am hoping that her story will end well...
I will begin posting parts of this story in a new blog when I feel that its ready for people to actually read. I have barely begun the first draft of the intro and first chapter, but I feel that it will be ready soon. The emotions though, they overwhelm me, so I almost have to force myself to write it. Its hard to explain. For me, its almost like listening to the Cure. Some music is too painful to listen to.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
The bright glowing sphere dimmed, as it slipped vertically down the horizon. Its surreptitious decent seemingly ominous, less distracted. Inside its mind, I could see the presence of eminent despair. As if its future were riddled with uncertainty. The present now fading away to a past that never was.
Slowly the cool blue water enveloped the warm sun as it finally cascaded over the Pacific, rising in Calcutta, leaving Caliornia, its past, behind.
The waves crashed and the blue water faded and transformed into an onyx sea. The waves swelled and as the moon rose, the sun's diminished light illuminated the moon. Its light danced upon the waves like fairy dust.
Slowly the cool blue water enveloped the warm sun as it finally cascaded over the Pacific, rising in Calcutta, leaving Caliornia, its past, behind.
The waves crashed and the blue water faded and transformed into an onyx sea. The waves swelled and as the moon rose, the sun's diminished light illuminated the moon. Its light danced upon the waves like fairy dust.
Bear with me...
This blog is for all of the random bits and pieces that float about my brain... They may be part of something big, or maybe they may fade away into space, I don't know :)
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