No one very talks about the smells.
Ever ask yourself, “what is it I love about horror?” I do.
Chapter One, draft Two of “Reclamation”, my current Work In Progress
Everybody still hates Hitler.
Five years after the apocalypse is over, Adelaide and her dad Jack try to adjust to the new normal.
And it’s like herpes, you can’t get rid of it.
Mumbling under his breath, he dug into the couch cushion beside his leg. Feeling nothing, he squeezed the other hand down the other cushion, coming up with half a Cheeto and some lint. He rolled his eyes and stood, pulling the cushion he had been sitting on to the floor. Change, more Cheeto’s, some dogContinue reading “Finders Keepers”
With a job and kids, how do I get writing done at all?
So now that I can’t place “You Shook Me”, where do I go from here?
Now that we know what a thought verb is, let’s talk about how not to use it.