Many new writers balk at platform building, but I argue that it is something that should be embraced. We all need a tribe, a group of people who are solidly in our corner, supporting us and fighting …
Tag: prose
Revision and Editing: creating a basic plan for whipping your manuscript into shape.
Often, when swept up by magnificent prose, I find myself overwhelmed. It is easy to look at a well-crafted story and think instantly that the genius of the author is impossible to replicate, especially when compared to …
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Just a Little Crazy in the Depths of my Own Mind
There is a man at Starbucks, tall and well built, with a dark wealth of hair cropped about two inches from the scalp, covered in a dusting of silvery gray. His sullen mouth is hidden by a …
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Guest Posts
Hey all! I am looking for some fantastic authors to feature on my website! Written something fantastic? Let me know. You can contact me through the Contact Me page or email me directly at mrskelseylstone@gmail.com This month I …
We have forgotten how to listen
Twirl and twist Leaves burnt orange and crimson And flashy gold They dance Intoxicated by the freedom Headless of on-lookers Pirouetting to a hidden rhythm Subtext of the universe Deaf to this undercurrent Blind to the subtle …
These are the notes of my longing
The prickly-itchy feel Horses belly against bare thigh Salty, slick Crisp-earthy leather The sharp prick of cheat grass Burrowing Dill-weed, pungent Smashed underfoot Tree frogs Singing love Calling to each other These are the notes of my …
Her Heart Crashed
Her heart crashed Waves against a rocky shore This adventure was hers A first and only possession Beautifully terrifying
Play of Light
Sweat beaded and dripped It accumulated Behind her ears Glued loose tendrils of toffee hair Against the nape of her neck Gave her a shiny, salty mustache Light twirled Illuminated half of those sullen features Phantom-like Before …
Wide Sargasso Sea
Don’t quote me on that. I like my facts to be nebulous and ever-changing. I remember being told once that she was a mad, raving alcoholic of undiscovered genius living in a soggy shack in Cornwall when …
