Tag: creative writing
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Last week’s snippets
Last week I wrote a few poems, a few meditations, and a whole lot of a self-indulgent gothic romance. Here are a few of my favorite snippets. A. You can want for nothing and still be unwanted. This was a thought that had crossed Evangeline’s mind at least once a week since her sixteenth birthday. […]
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How Not to Announce Your Independently Published Novel on Facebook
Anyway, here’s a book I wrote. No, I didn’t self-publish because I was rejected by real publishers, I self-published because I’m too impatient and anxiety-ridden to write query letters in the first place. Anyway, here’s a book I wrote. I know, it’s audacious that I’d just go and write a book, then publish it without […]
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Pacific Northwest Gothic: A Template
We start with fear and end with the fantasy. First, there is a corpse on a riverbank. Later, she dances on a stage with red velvet curtains. The North decays just as well as the South, but in deceptive ways. You won’t smell the body rot coming from the forest over the scent of […]
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I’d rather be Kilgore Trout
“ I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.” — Kurt Vonnegut I recently decided something: I’d rather be Kilgore Trout than not be a writer. I’d rather be a piece of satire than just another stretch of silence. Trout, Kurt Vonnegut’s prolific science fiction […]
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The Visionary
Her fingernails snip the stems of daisies and dandelions as she dreams of rings. Another flower crown, another fairy ring, another circle of friends, another playground game. “What if we were a spaceship?” she asks the other kids. “I saw in a show they can make them this way. We could spin through space.” The […]
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How to be a successful manic pixie dream girl
Forget whatever you might know of your origins. Forget what you love, and especially forget what you hate. Shrink into toddlerhood – make sure your waist shrinks too. No one over 110 pounds could possibly be eccentric. Fall in love eternally. Love the carpet, the table, the dogshit on the street. Don’t admit to loving […]
K. D. Hume 