A man walks into a police station and addresses one of the officers at the front desk, "Excuse me, sir. I'm Derek and I'd like to turn myself in". The officer looked dismayed, "Turn yourself in, you say? Like... For a crime?" "Yes sir, I'd like to clear my conscience in servitude to the lord." "Aren't … Continue reading How Do You Like Your Pork?
Kristian did an amazing job doing the other half to my story about the Rise and Fall of Marcus and Addison! Check it out!
Last week Mathew, author of Blog of The Wolf Boy posted this beautiful story about Marcus & Addison from Marcus’ point of view. He opened it up for anyone who wanted to tell Addison’s side of the story, so I thought I would give it a shot.
Here is the link to Mathew’s original post, where he tells Marcus’ side of things.
Life is funny sometimes. One minute you think you have life figured out, you are chasing your dreams and living your best life, but then the universe decides to throw you a curve-ball, making you question everything you thought you knew you wanted, and longing for something you didn’t even realize you were missing, or in Addison’s case, someone.
Addison was living the dream, traveling to local cities and towns around the area she grew up in, playing at different bars and pubs. She fell…
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Marcus People have always said that opposites attract, and Marcus had never believed it up until the point that he met Addison. They seemed to be from different worlds, but somehow found pleasure in exploring the worlds inside each other. Marcus was a quieter type of guy. He was a computer programmer for a startup … Continue reading The Rise and Fall of Marcus and Addison (Marcus’s Perspective)
Kristian from "Life Lessons Around The Dinner Table" and I have decided to do a multi-perspective story collaboration. Our introduction remains the same and at one point our story splits off into the first-person perspectives of our two main characters. This was an extremely fun and creative writing exercise, and Kristian was an absolute pleasure … Continue reading When It Rains, It Pours – Multi-Perspective Storytelling Ft. Kristian
I thought that I'd tackle another 50 word Thursday challenge, where one's creative prowess is tested with only one picture and one quote to be used for inspiration. The rule is to write a creative work in 50 word increments up to a maximum of 250 words. This week's picture is featured above, and here's the … Continue reading The Wizard’s Elixir – 50 Word Thursday Challenge
Fandango's Flash Fiction Challenge Another creative writing challenge, and my first attempt at this one. The challenge is to create a story of under 300 words to accompany the picture which I have used for the feature of this post. You can find the original challenge post here. And, here's my little piece of work, … Continue reading The Road of Curiosities – Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge
A 50 Word Challenge I've decided to try out a challenge that I've never yet participated in. The challenge revolves around being presented with a picture and a quote, then creating a short story inspired by said quote and photo. The story is meant to be in 50 word intervals up to 250 words in … Continue reading Living to Die – 50 Word Thursday (Challenge)
A Writing Prompt Challenge My blogging friend Nour and I have decided to have a little writing prompt challenge just for the fun of it. We thought it would be interesting to see the differences between our stories that we'd come up with. I'll list the details of our prompt below, and after my story … Continue reading The Pencil – Prompt Challenge
It was just another ordinary day in the life of David Emerson, an 8-year-old boy raised in New York City. Son to Henry Emerson, a hot-shot lawyer known for his successful law practice. David was also son to Emerald Emerson, a fashion designer, entrepreneur and local celebrity. David was left wanting for nothing. He was … Continue reading David’s Salvation in Imagination: Jungle Cats and Dinosaurs
This story takes place about 40,000 years ago in an area of the world which is now known as Siberia. The climate was much colder back then and life was not easy for the inhabitants of this area, yet the struggle for existence continued. The adaptability of Neanderthals allowed them to survive and endure, even up against the odds of deeply freezing winters and voracious predators. Cave lions, giant wolves, woolly mammoths and woolly rhinoceros still wandered the earth in abundance.
Sitting at the side of a lonely road in Northern Ontario was Hayden's beat up old Toyota with a tarp for a window. The sun was just beginning to rise above the trees, painting the landscape with shades of orange and pink while birds merrily sang out from the surrounding treetops. The fall of civilization … Continue reading Travels of the Wild Boy: The Long Road West (Part V)
She was the perfect mother and that's the way he liked her. The perfect mother and the perfect wife. Except she wasn't the perfect wife, because he wasn't the perfect husband. In fact, he wasn't even a good husband, but he was able to hide that fact mostly beneath the flag of his country as a … Continue reading The Angel And Her Poison Bond
Hayden woke up to a loud bang on the car door. He jumped up in his seat and pressed his back up against the door behind him. On the other side of the vehicle was an ill-looking man with pale, torn skin and an insane, inhuman look in his eyes. He was smashing on the … Continue reading Travels of The Wild Boy: The Illness (Part IV)
Dawn came upon the town as Hayden slept in a heap upon his mattress. The tapping of raindrops against the bedroom window pane could be heard sounding out rhythmically in the quiet of the morning. With great difficulty Hayden managed to open one eye and then the other, releasing a yawn and burying his face back into the mattress. He felt no need to wake up.
Hayden could still taste the smoky flesh of the cooked trout caught between his teeth. He’d been walking for a few hours now along the roadside, shaping a stick from a young tree with a knife as he went. The stick was about two feet long and an inch in diameter. He thought it might come in handy later since the moisture in the wood made it a little more resistant to any fire.