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How to Become a Werewolf AS I have already stated, in some people lycanthropy is hereditary; and when it is not hereditary it may be acquired through the performance of certain of the rites ordained by Black Magic. For the present I can only deal with the more general features of these rites (which vary…
One concept writing-program instructors love to discuss, in lieu of craft, which might better serve their students, is voice. It seems absurd to do so because voice is the one thing one cannot teach in writing,
3 Reasons Why Horror has Cultural Value: Though they capture the imaginations of many, tales of the weird, the fantastical, and the horrifying tend to be regarded as lesser works of literature–assuming they’re considered literature at all.
I am sharing a story about by grandfather who was a violinist and as a young man lived in China. The story connects his love of music and the country of China to my daughter whom we adopted from China and now plays his violin.
Jean Fineberg is a poet and jazz musician with an M.Ed. in Psychology. Her father left a new poem of his every on the table every morning.
The searchlights from the guard towers were yet not lit, and in the blue of twilight, the garden looked like a tiny village. Bridges of desert wood crossed a shallow pond, connecting sandy peninsulas that stuck out into the water like rounded chins. A squat gazebo sat stoically above a thicket of cattails, standing careful guard over the many rows of watermelon, daikon, and lettuce.
Christopher Berardino is a writer of Japanese-American descent from Orange County, CA. He received an MFA in Fiction from Cornell University in 2018. His work has previously appeared in Flash Fiction, Blind Corner Literary Magazine, The Copperfield Review, FLARE: The Flagler Review, and others.
The main goal of a fiction writer is to create a character that the reader will become invested in, care about, and remember long after the story is finished. Charles Dickens’ Ebenezer Scrooge, Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre,
Welcome to our daily writing prompts page. These were started in our writers group over at Discord, and Kimberlee @Urania_theMuse, one of our members, took over the responsibilities and has been doing a great job. We will be adding new prompts each day. Please follow Kimberlee on Twitter and leave a comment below. If you…
A selection from a group of shorts I’m currently working one. My interest is compiling a collection of intense life defining moments through the lens of fiction. Intentionally abrupt, disruptive, and thought provoking in 1000 words or less.
As a “Distinction” graduate of Britain’s Nottingham School of Art (Adams Building, Lace Market, Nottingham, UK) Kez Bonser is experienced working with acrylic, pen/ink, 3D and iPad – in the service of story illustration, sketch art, formal portraiture, cartoon art, comic logos, nature art, etc.
Stella Vinitchi Radulescu was born in Romania and left the country permanently in 1983, at the height of the communist regime. Writing poetry in three languages, she has published numerous books in the United States, France, Belgium, and Romania. Her last collection of poetry I scrape the window of nothingness – new & selected poems was published in…
Writing books, blog posts, articles, or even good captions for your photos on social media can be a difficult task. You need to get some inspiration, understand exactly what you’re going to write, and be able to wrap your ideas into a proper style. Some people think that writing is all about talent, but the truth is that writing is a skill.
Holy rusted metal, Batman! They want more. They really want more! It almost seems surreal, like a dream and a cruel joke all at once because what started as angst over waiting for a literary agent to respond to your query has suddenly turned into a mountain of anxiety
Equinox At twilight fish sleep suspended — a cut glass bowl once held roses against mid-winter sun; dust defines a narrow hall, shadows slope down hardwood, half awake awaiting, darkness slips over the city, fog creeps hides stars, doorways disappear, misty streets slide, empty alleys, a cat cries, a door slams. Silence …