Where Fiction and Reality Meet
Wear your heart on your skin in this life. – Sylvia Plath God, I’m a sucker for hot men with tattooed flesh. And stories about hot men with tattooed flesh make my mind wander all over the muscular landscapes of smooth, inked skin. And yes, that makes me shallow, but it also makes me happy,... Continue Reading →
Wear your heart on your skin in this life. – Sylvia Plath God, I’m a sucker for hot men with tattooed flesh. And stories about hot men with tattooed flesh make my mind wander all over the muscular landscapes of smooth, inked skin. And yes, that makes me shallow, but it also makes me happy,... Continue Reading →
“The fruit of my tree of knowledge is plucked, and it is this: adventures are to the adventurous.” – Benjamin Disraeli So if you’re feeling particularly adventuresome, Benji Bright is three books into an eight book mini-serial that might be right up your adventure/fantasy alley. Chevalier: The Weeping Spear, The Salt Rose, and The Selfish... Continue Reading →
“The fruit of my tree of knowledge is plucked, and it is this: adventures are to the adventurous.” – Benjamin Disraeli So if you’re feeling particularly adventuresome, Benji Bright is three books into an eight book mini-serial that might be right up your adventure/fantasy alley. Chevalier: The Weeping Spear, The Salt Rose, and The Selfish... Continue Reading →
“I'm not different for the sake of being different, only for the desperate sake of being myself.” – Vivian Stanshall Paul Alan Fahey offers two very different LGBT short stories in Boys Will Be Boys and The View from 16 Podwale Street, but there’s one thing they both have very much in common: they are... Continue Reading →
Yes, another October has passed, which means the time to have read these two short horror stories has passed too, so it’s a good thing I’m always in the mood for a good mind-screw of the twisted and ghoulish variety, no matter the time of year. Even though they're not very long on word count,... Continue Reading →
Yes, another October has passed, which means the time to have read these two short horror stories has passed too, so it’s a good thing I’m always in the mood for a good mind-screw of the twisted and ghoulish variety, no matter the time of year. Even though they're not very long on word count,... Continue Reading →
Read on to see how! Hi, Jennifer, and welcome to The Novel Approach! I’m so glad to have you here with me today. Let’s just jump right into things and have you tell us a little bit about yourself before we get to the contest portion of the program. Q. When did you decide that... Continue Reading →
Read on to see how! Hi, Jennifer, and welcome to The Novel Approach! I’m so glad to have you here with me today. Let’s just jump right into things and have you tell us a little bit about yourself before we get to the contest portion of the program. Q. When did you decide that... Continue Reading →
“It may have just been a moment to you, but it changed every single one that followed for me.” – (pleasefindthis – Author of the book I Wrote This for You) Sometimes there is a lovely symmetry to all the possible things that can go wrong with the most carefully laid plans, when one of... Continue Reading →
“It may have just been a moment to you, but it changed every single one that followed for me.” – (pleasefindthis – Author of the book I Wrote This for You) Sometimes there is a lovely symmetry to all the possible things that can go wrong with the most carefully laid plans, when one of... Continue Reading →
“Hope is a waking dream.” – Aristotle I knew as soon as I read Elyan Smith’s short story Zones in the UK MAT anthology Lashings of Sauce that he was an author whose work I wanted to know much better. Zones is the touching story of a transgender woman who is trying desperately to find... Continue Reading →
“Hope is a waking dream.” – Aristotle I knew as soon as I read Elyan Smith’s short story Zones in the UK MAT anthology Lashings of Sauce that he was an author whose work I wanted to know much better. Zones is the touching story of a transgender woman who is trying desperately to find... Continue Reading →
“I love him to hell and back and heaven and back…” – Sylvia Plath Oscar’s father sold his first born’s soul to Hell in exchange for unlimited worldly success, which shows a spectacularly selfish and covetous bent on his father’s part; either that or a singularly limited sense of foresight and consequences. Probably all of... Continue Reading →
“I love him to hell and back and heaven and back…” – Sylvia Plath Oscar’s father sold his first born’s soul to Hell in exchange for unlimited worldly success, which shows a spectacularly selfish and covetous bent on his father’s part; either that or a singularly limited sense of foresight and consequences. Probably all of... Continue Reading →
Joseph is a man with a ghostly doppelganger, a Fetch, a soul-collector that is a minion of Death, a shadow that has followed Joseph since he was a boy battling a disease that has now been virtually eradicated from the world. Though Death seems to have marked him as her own, Joseph has escaped her... Continue Reading →
Joseph is a man with a ghostly doppelganger, a Fetch, a soul-collector that is a minion of Death, a shadow that has followed Joseph since he was a boy battling a disease that has now been virtually eradicated from the world. Though Death seems to have marked him as her own, Joseph has escaped her... Continue Reading →
Jackson Stuart is a doctorate student at Boston University, studying for his PhD in Celtic and Gaelic history. He’s on the verge of defending his dissertation when the opportunity arises for him to make a trip to Scotland to study the history of the Highland Games, not to mention it’s an opportunity for Jackson to... Continue Reading →
Jackson Stuart is a doctorate student at Boston University, studying for his PhD in Celtic and Gaelic history. He’s on the verge of defending his dissertation when the opportunity arises for him to make a trip to Scotland to study the history of the Highland Games, not to mention it’s an opportunity for Jackson to... Continue Reading →
Fifteen years is a long time to wait for the continuum of time to catch up to you, and only in the imaginations of authors who will bend the laws of physics and play into the fantasy of being able to manipulate clocks and calendars, to move forwards or backwards to influence the future or... Continue Reading →
Fifteen years is a long time to wait for the continuum of time to catch up to you, and only in the imaginations of authors who will bend the laws of physics and play into the fantasy of being able to manipulate clocks and calendars, to move forwards or backwards to influence the future or... Continue Reading →
”Tis one thing to be tempted…another thing to fall.” - William Shakespeare - Measure for Measure (Act II, Scene I) Lead Us Not is a scary-tale. No, not in a things-that-go-bump-in-the-night kind of way, but in a life-seems-to-change-overnight kind of way. You meet the man of your dreams, fall in love, move to New York... Continue Reading →
”Tis one thing to be tempted…another thing to fall.” - William Shakespeare - Measure for Measure (Act II, Scene I) Lead Us Not is a scary-tale. No, not in a things-that-go-bump-in-the-night kind of way, but in a life-seems-to-change-overnight kind of way. You meet the man of your dreams, fall in love, move to New York... Continue Reading →
Reading An Oral Fixation made me wonder what Dr. Freud would’ve thought about it. He’d have likely come to the diagnosis that Cooper Bradshaw had suffered from some sort of neglect or trauma during the oral stage of his development which has now caused him to be a little bit obsessed with getting the taste... Continue Reading →
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