Flash Fiction Challenge: There Is No Exit

Last night, I had a dream — no, no, not the one with Mrs. Butterscotch and the strap-on dildo covered in spray cheese. This one was a dream in which a phrase figured prominently: There is no exit. I don’t know why. I don’t know what it means. It probably doesn’t mean anything, because dreams are just your brain’s way of pooping. Anyway. I thought it would make a very good flash fiction challenge. So, incorporate that phrase — “There is no exit” — into the story. Either as a... Read The Rest →

Flash Fiction Challenge: Here Are Your Five-Word Titles

Last week, I said, gimme some five-word-titles. This week, I picked ten at random. They are: Dark Lords of Shining Sun Paper Cuts Make Good Bait You Don’t Steal My Shit Once There Was Far Music I Shouldn’t Have Swiped Right Ghosts of the Sea Queen Someone’s Dragon Is Double-Parked Outside The House No One Built Dear Robbie Benson, Save Me Time For Tea And Treachery Your job: Pick one or nab one at random. Then write a story using it. Length: ~1500 words Due by: Friday, July 7th, noon... Read The Rest →

Emmie Mears: You Have Comrades In This Trench

Emmie Mears is the badass author of the Ayala Storme series. Please behold their guest post, which they wrote to let you know — you are not alone. * * * You need to get out of bed. Roll for initiative. For some reason, you’re stuck in the perma-one. But let’s look at this from a different angle. *** You’re probably not like Ayala Storme. You likely don’t have bright orange hair or violet eyes that clash with it. If you do have those eyes, it’s probably not because you were born... Read The Rest →

Ways To Stay Motivated In This Shit-Shellacked Era Of Epic Stupid

Everything is dumb right now. From nose to tail, we have become the dumbest, saddest pig at the county fair. Historians will not refer to this period as THE DARK AGES, but rather, THE DUMB AGES. The greatest question I get, right now, is how to simply persist creating art and staying motivated and creative in this epoch of syphilitic dipshittery, so I thought I’d bop in here and try my hand at answering that. 1. Stop staring at the news and at social media. This is hard, because presently the... Read The Rest →

Macro Monday Changes Its Skin (Bonus Blog Question For Y’all)

That there is some snake skin. I remember seeing my first snake when I was a kid — I was maybe six, wandering through the woods and fields behind my house, and my father was nearby but out of sight. I stumbled upon a rotten, hollowed-out stump, and sitting in the middle of that stump was a garter snake. I lost my shit. I fucking screamed like I had just seen someone get murdered. But I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed with fear. That, or TRANSFIXED BY OPHIDIAN HYPNOSIS. Either/or.... Read The Rest →

Flash Fiction Challenge: A Five-Word Title

Your job this week is easy-peasy, oh-so-sleazy– (Okay, not that sleazy.) Go into the comments, come up with a title* comprising five words. Not four. Not six. Not one. Five words exactly. Pop that sucker in the comments, and next week I’ll grab ten of them and that’ll form the basis of the challenge the following week. Get it? Got it? Good. Due by next Friday, noon. Ramblers, let’s get ramblin. * a title = one title, not several, thanks

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