Closing down soon, Come to the new site!

Hey Great Readers and Friends, If you didn't know yet, I have moved to a new site. The new site is http://www.jmwilliams.site. You can get to it with this LINK. I will be closing this blog at the end of the month. Please come join me at my wonderful new site. While you are there, …

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SHARE: This year’s Nebula Award nominees are incredibly diverse – read some online

The nebula awards are chosen by authors and other industry people, in other words awards for writers by writers. They usually focus more on technical skill than entertainment value like popularity-based awards do. This list of nominees is worth checking out. I, for one, am far behind on my reading. http://www.appy-gamer.com/Web/ArticleWeb.aspx?regionid=3&articleid=86824262&source=wordpress

An Oracle’s Awakening

This is very interesting, very abstract. I usually don’t care for abstract, but there’s something here I liked. I probably read through it too fast to appreciate or comprehend fully, so I’m just going to save it here for later.

All Stairs Lead Skyward


An Oracle’s Awakening

by K.A.Harding, art by Anoki

The universe was a haiku of dreams. They circled and spun. They wove through the deep places. Vorell saw them all. The dreams of the maid and the magpie, the jittering clock and the rusted hinges on doors, doublets, dogs, dreary days of rain and drowning – they wafted like smell, but they stung.

And those were the good dreams.

Vorell sifted through them, kept it all behind his eyes. Little treasures. Miniscule songs and flowers whistled in brightness and color. Faces and petals all looked the same in the ether where the past, present, and future knotted. The life of the fly could be as long as an oak’s if you rewound it again, and again, and again. First kisses could become lasts. Deaths and births pranced over and under one another like the feet of dancer thralled to a reel…

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REBLOG: #tuesdayuseitinasentence: Never tamed — Word Shamble

This is a great little flash story by Lynn Love with really nice description. Plus the final line was a killer.   ‘They’re never really tame, of course,’ said Brace, fixing me with an intense stare. ‘Always remember that.’ I glanced down at the construction of brass riveted to the end of his wrist. The …

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Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge : After the Invasion

A great micro story!

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Image : Virginia Frances Sterret

It’s getting dark as Sylvie reaches the top of the mountain, the last glow of the fat sun fading to violet and blue.

She loves nights on watch at the old Observatory. According to her friend Trad, there were ladders reaching floor to roof when the People first found the valley – cogs and wheels too, and a pulley system, rusted and choked with red vines. But it all must have been hauled away years ago, melted, broken, its use forgotten.

By the fire one night, she and Trad argued what the place would have been used for – a grainstore, a pump house, a torture chamber. Grin – the most knowledgeable of them when it comes to Before – said observe meant to look at things, though there isn’t a lot to see now: red vine (everywhere since the Invasion); the village; the distant wink of the sea.

‘A look out,’ Trad had said, sinking…

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