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Forward To: ‘Just a Girl’ by Erin Lindsey

“The very people decrying stereotypical portrayals of women are the ones [generalizing] about women, or the author’s attitudes about women, through the actions of a single female character.”

This post is really enlightening to the kinds of shit people tend to put female characters through (a set a vague criteria if you will) in order to make sure they’re a ‘good’ female character. It’s worth a read. Check it out here.


Flash Fiction Challenge: The Four Part Story [Part 3]

I’m a little late on this one, but life got in the way. Anyway, I went with the story Miranda by Henry, second part by CJ.


Part 1 (By Henry)

Dearest Charles,

It takes 31 separate steps to set up a proper party, or so Mother always said.  She spent so much time nattering on about how best to do this or that, I don’t know whether she realized that I tuned her out nearly every step of the way.  It wasn’t that I hated her, though I did a little at the time, it was just that there were always things that seemed more important for me to pay attention to.  I think she’d be pleased to know that I’ve come around these days, that I now treasure some of the things she tried so hard to drill into my head.  I’ve only really held onto the most important ones, I think, and a few of the ones that she repeated too many times for me to forget.  What, you ask, brings this to mind today?  The most important of my mother’s lessons: always have fall guys, always have alibis.  I really do think she’d be pleased by how much I’ve put that lesson to good use. Continue reading


Flash Fiction Challenge: The Four Part Story [Part 2]

For the second part of this Flash Fiction Challenge I chose Stephen Seibert’s “Shadows on the Moon” piece to continue. I picked up with Liberty’s POV instead of Darrin’s.

Here’s the first part: Shadows on the Moon

And here’s my addition. 🙂


Liberty kept her gaze straight ahead, hands clasped calmly on the surface of the metal table despite the handcuffs cinched slightly too tight on her wrists. The chances were high that Atmos had Darrin in one of these interrogation rooms as well and she couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out why. It had been about three hours since the last person had been in here to question her, and about five hours since Tynes’ initial inquiries; she could feel the tension building in her neck as irritation started to settle in. Continue reading


Flash Fiction Challenge: The Four Part Story [Part 1]

This is my Part 1 of the challenge. I felt bad for missing the last one, so I used the haunted house sub-genre that I had for this one. I don’t know where this came from, it just sort of happened. :0


Mildred stumbled tiredly into the sunlit kitchen and used the counter to support her while she prepared a cup of tea. “The hallway walls are bleeding again,” she said through a yawn, gesturing vaguely back the way she’d come.

“What?!” Jalila rushed to the doorway and stuck her head into the hall with a groan. “Dammit, I thought we’d gotten past this.” Her fist connected with the doorframe in irritation, a frown pulling at her lips. “We agreed on no more bleeding!” she hollered.

A sound echoed down from the upper floors of the old house and slowly the blood running down the walls began to disappear. Jalila rolled her eyes skyward and made a gesture as if to say ‘why do I put up with this shit?’ before settling back into her seat to finish breakfast. Continue reading


Newsflash: the Firefly guys were villains

Now I need to rewatch this series with a different mindset. And what does it say about me that Jayne is my favorite? Oops.

Jay Kristoff - Literary Giant

firefly-wall-cast1 copy Hello droogs.

So. This started as an idle tweet a few days back and devolved into a drunken conversation in which me and a buddy both proved we’ve spent waaaaaaaay too much time watching Firefly. And I’ll preface this waaaaaaay too long blog post by stressing that I lurrrrrrrve the Firefly series and Serenity movie. I love them in the pants. Were I unwed, I would take my Collector’s Edition Boxed Set in a manly fashion.

…wait, ew.

I genuinely believe Firefly is the best thing Mr Whedon has ever given us, up against some stiff competition. So I don’t want anyone thinking I’m a Whedon hater or this comes from a place of anything but love for the dude’s work. I’m just a nerd who likes to spitball about this stuff. And while, like many of you, I’ve got nothing for lurrrrve for Firefly and the crew of…

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Percival Knight, Writing

Flash Fiction: Betrayal, A Lost Comic Book & A Shoebox Full of Photographs

Flash Fiction Challenge from Chuck Wendig. This is my first attempt at a Flash Fiction Challenge, and I started a bit late in the week. Scrambling to get this done was a bit rough, but I came in just above 900 words and I tried to do a subtle betrayal instead of an outright one, but I’m not sure if it was too subtle.. boo.


The light jingle of the shop’s bell drew Percy’s attention away from the ledger, one dark eyebrow twitching upwards in interest. He extracted himself from the worn wingback chair with some effort; one didn’t simply sit in that chair anymore, they sank into it hoping that when the time came they could leverage themselves out without injury.

“Excuse me,” came a soft female voice as he pushed his way through the curtains separating the front of the shop from the back, “I heard you could find things,” the way she emphasized the last two words caused him to hesitate before stepping up to the counter. Continue reading

NaNoWriMo, Writing

Gotten a bit behind…

I’m a bit behind in NaNoWriMo, but I’m doing WAY better than I did the last two years and so far I count that as a win. Started taking my laptop and notebook to work with me to try and do some writing during breaks. Even if it’s 100-200 words for that time, it’s still more words than if I didn’t do it. I underestimated how tired I was going to be the first month of my third Trimester (which is conveniently November), so sometimes it’s hard to sit and focus when all I want to do is take a damn nap.