All The World’s A Stage

“You have been dogged in your pursuit for an exclusive, so here it is—contrary to popular belief, I owe my new-found stardom to her. She, my biggest fan. But before all that, there…

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Rusted Relics Jon Olson Are they gone? The Creepers I mean? Fuck that was close. Too close. Shit, they almost got me. Cold-blooded bastards. They’re most active in the sun, yet you ventured…

Writing Is Weird

Writing is weird. You can spend months fumbling through a first draft like a child with wet clay and no supervision. Sentences slip through your hands. The chapters won’t stay together. You get an awful lot of it under your nails, and around your mouth. (The carpet’s ruined.)

New Breed

I was born twice. Once in my own world, of which I recall very little, and once again by a human vessel. My consciousness was merged with human seed and implanted in a…

Featherbones by Thomas Brown…..a soon-to-be-released novel by a fine writer.

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“Featherbones” is the second of Thomas Brown’s novels that I have read and I think that I enjoyed this more than “Lynnwood”, which I loved.…

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Empty Stone Jon Olson He is weak, the large gash in his stomach slowly killing him, yet he crawls onward. Gripping dirt, the dying man pulls himself closer. His eyes rest upon the…

What Is Pen Of The Damned?

“We read,” he says quietly, remembering an old quote from a book buried now beneath a grave marked Lewis, “to know we are not alone.” Then he opens his mouth, draws breath, begins… Continue reading

This Year In Writing

“If something burns your soul with passion and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library… Continue reading

Salamander

“Fulfill your divine potential. Connect with your higher self and spirit guides. Manifest the life you want,” read the brochure. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but sitting there, in…

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Silently, Deliberately Jon Olson Every day, like a moth to a flame, I revisit this spot, eager to see it again. Leaning back against the tree, I gaze out onto the horizon. My…