Which side is good or bad? You decide. A lot of people, mostly non-creatives, can’t understand what I mean when I say this about imagination—but, seriously, imagination sucks. But it’s also great and makes you who you are. Because of imagination I can never be alone. I constantly have characters I can call on to… Continue reading Creative Curse in a Box With a Bow
Daisy was running down the corridors. They were practically empty, though before they’d been full of screaming, panicking agents. She was panting hard as she ran. She wasn’t the most athletic of the soldiers and ever since she had joined the artillery division she hadn’t needed to train as much. Right now she regretted avoiding… Continue reading The Street Crawlers: The Soldiers of Hell
Looking for the smallest mistake in a sea of sentences. It’s arguably the worst part about writing. It sucks all life out of the piece, makes you feel less confident in your words minute by minute and overall is something you would rather somebody else did for you (and yet something you also wouldn’t entrust… Continue reading Editing an Old Piece
The Copper Fox grew just like normal children, and may even be counted as being a child, but never could they say that she was normal. Whilst normal children breathed in normal air she would breathe in the cold, black dust that lay on the street floor with upmost pleasure and yet never did she… Continue reading The Street Crawlers: The Copper Fox
The Literary Onion 