NaNoWriMo (national novel writing month) never did anything for me because whatever social or mental mechanic it has to encourage people to write didn't work on me. I got to writing a novel in a month or less because it was a ghostwriting job that paid well, my husband didn't have a job because he … Continue reading Beta and Snow
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Ice Cream Trucker
Yeah, so ice cream trucks creep me the heck out, so I thought since they creep me out, maybe they could make a good horror story. This is where it went and died. Prologue He dug his teeth into the other man’s shoulder so hard his jaw popped. Round bone slipped beneath his incisors, slick … Continue reading Ice Cream Trucker
Firefox
Not the browser, but a story idea I thought would be fun. Sadly, again, none of the characters stepped up to tell me the story and I only got this far. It has, get this, a fire fox! Oh, bet the title didn't clue you in. Firefox by T.S. Lowe Weights swung about Emry in … Continue reading Firefox
My Friend Death
I just really liked the idea of writing a story where the main character is best friends with death. I don't necessarily see death as a scary thing, maybe because I have a mental disease that's gotten me close and personal with suicide or because I'm fairly religious. I also, at the time of writing … Continue reading My Friend Death
Star Side
I went through a weird fit of frustration that I had a craving for random impregnation by an alien story and didn't want the porno to get to it. I was aiming for something horror sci-fi with unexpected romance without the explicit sexual material. I think what I really wanted to see was some loner, … Continue reading Star Side
Crazy House Poem #3
Maybe I can bloom into my imagined homes of green gardens and gentle streams filed with jewels for the pleasure of little hands. Precious hands. May I walk among those waters to offer glittering light to the wonder of my little loves? Come. May I call you ‘precious’ and love all your happy times and … Continue reading Crazy House Poem #3
Crazy House Poem #2
It’s hard to think deeply unsettled as shells half-baked and empty on the sand. Only fingers can change my view. Otherwise, I can only wait the eons between high and low sea tides. Even then, no life hangs to my sides, though it was life that I came to be.
Crazy House Poem #1
I’m sure, once a cloud drifted through asleep on drafts of dreams, warmed by dangerous desert lands where the hungry ground eats clouds for life. But in that brief cool morning, when sun was kind and vicious lands asleep, the fog turned golden, alive in delight that the warm dream could come true.
Final Draft of Raising a Hero cover
Look it so pretty! Again, thanks to YourDrawingPineapple for the illustration! Included is also the smaller, more square webnovel version, along with the full illustration without and graphic design messing around! Head to Webnovel, Dreame, or iReader for the latest chapters! I'm always sending them in.
Check Out the NEW ORIGINAL COVER! For ‘Raising a Hero’
Since I don't own the image in the cover of 'Raising a Hero' that you're all used to, I hired an illustrator who goes by Your Drawing Pineapple (I wonder if they like pineapple?). She's German, she's awesome, and very talented. She made the illustration and then I tried out my paltry graphic design skills … Continue reading Check Out the NEW ORIGINAL COVER! For ‘Raising a Hero’
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