The dark, delicious aroma of brownies filled the kitchen as they cooled. Betty Compton put the kettle on the stove. Cheryl had given her an electric one for Mother’s Day, but Betty preferred the old fashioned way. The phone beeped. They don’t ring anymore. Betty wished they did. How did you know it was the […]
“Garion, we need to talk.” Garion spread his arms, his Xbox controller in the crook of one hand, freshly opened beer in the other. “Now? I’ve been logged in for three whole seconds. Can I just–” But Lora’s blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she had her gray sweatpants on. Gray sweatpants talks […]
Most of us need inspiration. Especially beginners. Moments to motivate, uplift, steady and shape the course of our efforts when we meet resistance, fatigue, or other shitballs tossed our way. When I teach writing classes online and for The Writing Salon, many folks say I’ve inspired them. It’s nice to hear. Beyond that minor […]
Stanley Lee: How did you get started as a writer? Chuck Rothman: Wow, that’s a long story. I liked reading science fiction, and I made a few attempts at writing as a teen. At a certain point, I read “Titan” by John Varley, and well, I just started writing after that. The book was good, […]
The summer Tabby is nineteen and tired of being the girl whose college instructors forget her name, she spots an ad for mascot tryouts in the community college newspaper and finds herself at the audition doing cartwheels and strutting like Yosemite Sam in front of a scowling cheerleading coach and her squad. She gets the job, […]
WELCOME TO NOVEMBER! What? Already? Where did the year go? Yes, children. It’s November. And here in the United States what do we think of when November arrives? Yes. Food. We think of food. Lots of food. Big foody things. Like turkeys. Do you know how big a turkey is? A newborn baby could fit […]
SHE HAD MY TEETH. I hadn’t expected to recognize myself in her, but when she greeted me, her maroon lips parting into a crescent, there they were. My teeth. White, flat, and surprisingly human. I forced myself to look into her too large eyes as her warm, seven-fingered hand wrapped around mine. Black with purple […]
