Not a Fixed Point in Time and Space

A couple of weeks ago at a Death Cafe, people talked about whether they were afraid of death and what it meant to live without that fear. I've been thinking about things people said. Keep in mind it's a room full of strangers trying to voice thoughtful perspectives on big questions in a short amount …

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A Story for the Start of the Year

I've written a story for the start of the year. I shall dispense with caveats and explanations. Suffice it to say, I've decided to share it here. So here it is! How Celestia Green Gained a Wolf and Lost Her Parents The tower clock struck midnight as Celestia Green ran, her hair a mess and …

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Dear Llama

I just had a birthday, so I'm in a reflective mood. Certain calendar days will do that, right? You know what I don't really need? More unfinished stories. Finish the thing! Doesn't Neil Gaiman talk about that? You can't get far with a bunch of unfinished pieces, no matter how shiny they are. Therefore, it …

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Story-a-Day September heads into the final stretch!

Sometimes I'm not sure if I'm kidding myself or keeping hope alive. Or do they amount to the same thing? Oh well. For what it's worth, I'm writing. This piece comes from a combination of prompts. I think one was about a one-sided dialogue. You hear what one character says but not the other. And …

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Dear Llama

Last night I worked on a story for Story-a-Day. When the story began, I was sure a particular character was dead. As I came to the ending though, I brought her back to life. It wasn't because I loved her so much I couldn't let her go. Instead, I couldn't put her best friend through …

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Dear Llama

I finished my third story for Story-a-Day. I'm feeling that familiar mix of joy--I did it!--and dread--It's probably terrible. Being terrible isn't the end of the world though, is it? Why do we feel compelled to do something that we don't even have confidence in? It really makes no sense. It's actually a privilege to …

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