I'm tired of being selfish. If you ask my why I write, blog, or jump on social media, the answer is probably something along the lines of "I dunno." Instinct. Lovely when channeled, deadly when it runs amok. Like oil in your car vs. oil in the bay. And I've been letting instinct muddy my … Continue reading What does “Fencing With Ink” Mean for YOU?
Go ahead and laugh. I know fanfiction is often regarded as Real Writing's ugly step-cousin. It's the dregs of the written word, where art and creativity go to be brutally murdered. If you don't know, fanfiction is any story written in or about an existing piece of art. Like writing a new episode of Lost. … Continue reading Why Fanfiction Is a Great Place to Start a Writing Career
I imagine I just got two reactions to that title: SIDE A: Yeah, Christians should kick Trump out of office and jump back into the Paris Agreement and punch those money-hungry corporate cutthroats in the junk! SIDE B: Yeah, Christians should knock down this pseudo-science and call the power of Jesus down on people who … Continue reading Why Christians Should Care About the Climate Change Discussion
A good, short read with some nice twists.
Blood soaked the carpet, surrounding Rune like a blossoming rose. What he thought would have been the killing blow by Hastings simply put him in a state of misery he had never experienced before. His skull ached as if it were being tightened in a vice, and the rest of his broken form cried out in echoes of pain that mimicked the agonizing cries of a banshee.
He didn’t have to guess that his wounds might be fatal by this point. And even if they weren’t, he knew Hastings would finish the job once he was finished cleaning up his wounded face. But the fact that Rune might be at the end of his days did little to convince him to give up just yet.
Not until she was safe.
Footsteps echoed across the foyer tile. When Hastings reached the living room carpet and knelt, the overwhelming scent of musk…
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