If there is something that drives me crazy when I’m reading it’s the “looking in the mirror” description trope used by far too many writer...

    And now, you poor things, because no one sent me a description of their own, I give you one of mine. The opening to my novel, FAIRY ...

I looked straight down onto a small barn and its yard, snugged between the castle and its wall. The pigs in the sty were mere lumps in t...

"From two-thousand feet, where Claudette Saunders was taking a flying lesson, the town of Chester's Mill gleamed in the morning li...

"From two-thousand feet, where Claudette Saunders was taking a flying lesson, the town of Chester's Mill gleamed in the morning lig...

I have read upon more than one occasion that the best way to keep your readers interested is to leave out the boring bits. Usually this mean...

Title: Unnamed Genre: Space Opera His ship landed in the early morning hours. Eleena watched the lights and smoke from her window until...

#2    Our village was small, only eleven families, (is the fact that the village is small important? Even if it is, I wonder if there might...

From MINGLED, YA paranomal dystopian.   Chapter One    I wanted to be knee deep in Mr. McGrubb’s Advanced Soil Dynamics class.  Maybe dete...