The wind is invisible. But when you look outside the window towards a cloudy autumn day, I tell you — you will see the wind. It silently but madly blows confusion to the leaves. 211 more words
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This is the fifth year in a row that people have posted, en masse, “It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers,” to teh internetz, so I thought I’d write my own take on this annual tradition. 88 more words
A lot of the high schools in the area I grew up hosted specialty programs that focused on one subject or another. This meant that in seventh grade, teachers would spend a class period telling their students about each of the different schools and the different programs. 503 more words
I’ve been concentrating on Farun Stories for so long that I almost categorized this post as Fantasy, Farun, and Romance!
This will be a short bit of writing advice that I’ve been thinking about a lot, because whenever I see examples of writers (either as themselves or through a narrator) arguing with themselves I just go crazy, because it’s so distracting. 413 more words
In the first draft of this post, I kept the context ambiguous, because who wants to read whining? But then I decided it was lame to just keep alluding to something undisclosed, like posting an evasive outcry of a Facebook status that tells people absolutely nothing. 1,031 more words