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Strange Charms: Resistance

Strange Charms: Resistance

There is a lot of talk about resistance on the interwebs right now. And just because I love words, I looked it up. re·sist·ance rəˈzistəns/ noun 1. the refusal to accept or comply with something; the attempt to prevent something by action or argument. “she put up no resistance to being led away” synonyms: opposition to, hostility to, refusal to accept “resistance to change” 2. the ability not to be affected by something, especially adversely. “some of us have a…

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Hitting The Wall

Hitting The Wall

Ever wonder why “all the king’s horses and all the kings men, couldn’t put Humpty together again”? Well, sure, maybe it’s because he was an egg and it’s pretty much impossible to put an egg back together once it’s cracked, but that’s beside the point. Those men couldn’t figure out a way to get him back up on that giant wall even if they did put him together. So, they gave up and turned away without even trying. What’s the…

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Thursday Prompt: Writing with Hashtags

Thursday Prompt: Writing with Hashtags

Tell a story that ends with a hashtag, that can be summed up with a hashtag. Encapsulate its essence into the #. Share it here if you can! Here’s mine: Barky was a good dog. Big and shaggy, he was a favorite friend to any visitor. Barky had one little problem though, he always saw things three seconds into the future. No one could diagnose this, of course, so they all thought Barky was either clairvoyant, knowing when anyone was…

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#SpaceTimeTweets And Other Big Things

#SpaceTimeTweets And Other Big Things

Outer space has become huge lately. Pause for unrestrainable laughter. Get it? Because space is always expanding? Despite all the news about Earth-like exoplanets and tourist trips around the moon, cities on Mars and landing on comets, outer space is already pretty big. You know what else is big? Tweeting. Tweets are all the rage. Everyone’s doing them, even the…never mind. Know what happens when two really big things come together? Like two black holes merging? Or two neutron stars…

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Of the Trees by E.M. Fitch

Of the Trees by E.M. Fitch

Full Disclosure: I was given an advanced copy of this book for a fair review. OF THE TREES Author: E.M. Fitch Pub. Date: February 28, 2017 Publisher: Month9Books Format: Paperback, eBook Pages: 345 Find it: Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | TBD | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play Books | Indiebound   Cassie and Laney fancy themselves amateur ghost hunters. When a carnival comes to town, Cassie embraces the chance to try something new. Carnival workers watch the girls…

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The Deadline Game

The Deadline Game

There are a lot of different feelings that pop up when you hear the word DEADLINE. Sometimes they are productive feelings, like the little hamster in your think wheel on crack because he’s so excited to get things done! But more often than not, there is a sense of urgency or dread that can sometimes be crippling. Ive experienced both scenarios in varying forms over the years. I get a lot more dread when I have deadlines piled on top…

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The Chinchilla Affair

The Chinchilla Affair

“Stop the car!” I slam on the brakes, jerking against the seat belt so hard the fabric cuts into the skin of my collarbone. My best friend, Rhiannon, ignores the sharp punch I land on her shoulder. She leans forward, absently fending me off with one hand. If I didn’t know for a fact she only had Cheetos and herbal tea at the party, I’d suspect her of being drunk. “What the hell, Rhia? You—” “Tess, look,” she says, grabbing…

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If I Die, When I Die

If I Die, When I Die

Still as a corpse and barely breathing, I hovered between dream and reality as Sunday morning silently rose from the dead of night. A loud clatter grated across the mellow morning, sending my eyelids rolling open like a baby doll. I slid off the lopsided mattress onto my feet and stretched. Cold air knifed up under my Walking Dead T-Shirt, sliced across my belly, over my breasts, and into my armpits. Draping the comforter around my shoulders, I peered out…

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Promised the Moon

Promised the Moon

A gray-skinned creature studied Wendell with unblinking eyes. It extended its hand, the knobby fingers stopping just inches from his chest. He recoiled, putting more space between the waxy-skinned fingers and his own torso. The hand didn’t waver. Dark, gray eyes fixed on Wendell’s own in a level gaze. The respirator over the lower half of the alien’s face ticked as it combined oxygen with whatever noxious gas the creature breathed. “You want a tip, don’t you? Probably won’t leave…

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