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Free online fiction: Summer Dress

January 4, 2017

Summer Dress Catherine Winther   The clickety-clack of the rails is hypnotizing. I waver on the edge of sleep. The images of fields outside fly by in blurs of gold and green, images hazed over by long, lazy blinks and shadowed by the heavy smear of my dark lashes.   My head rocks against the […]

If you’re going to pick a fight, you first have to know how to throw a punch.

December 31, 2016

I had every intention of waking up and writing a blog post in response to this glorious piece of bullshit by award winning author Laurie Gough. Not only is this article utter nonsense, it is full of fallacies. If you are going to write an inflammatory ‘click bait’ article insulting millions of authors at least […]

Storytelling – get good at it if you want to fight back at Trump and Farage

Storytelling – get good at it if you want to fight back at Trump and Farage

November 17, 2016

Originally posted on Mike Finn's Fiction:
If, like me, as you watched Brexit and the US election, disbelief became disappointment bordering on despair, then you may be feeling disempowered right now. The wrong side won. Bad things are going to happen and there’s nothing you can do about it except protect yourself and those…

Snippet: Sweetest Tongue Sharpest Tooth.

November 16, 2016

“Drawing on every ounce of self-control, Anders turns his face away to break their kiss, catching Finn’s arms in a vice-like grip, tugging and bringing them chest to chest. He wraps a strong arm around Finn’s waist and another around his shoulders and biceps, locking him into a tight embrace. Heart-to-heart and cheek-to-cheek, he wills […]


November 9, 2016

Forewarning, I often write pieces of writing like this, but I don’t share them as I feel like they are just for me. But I felt the need to share this, and maybe the sharing aspect is just for me, too, because I am not sure how long I will feel safe enough to speak […]

Words from the Otherworld: My muse and my villain.

November 4, 2016

My muse is a pesky thing. I know what he looks like, I know what he needs to remain nourished and fertile. I know his tastes. I know that he comes before just about anything and everything else in my life. I know that I have been in conversation with him since I was a […]