We must evacuate alike; we all will suffer loss, equal now if only in our devastation. Our memories go up in smoke as we flee. What are we running to? There is no future.
Tag Archives: Prose
How to Write a Third-Person Author Biography
Give your readers a sense of who you are, lend credibility to your writing, and arouse interest in your work.
There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window
It’s that kind of day where you pray for a whisper of a breeze to kiss the beads of sweat that sting your eyes. You don’t move a muscle, lying on the dock, fingers trailing in tepid water. The lump of a secret too huge to swallow grows in your throat until you think you’llContinue reading “There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window”
Writing People with Depth
Above all else, the real key to writing people with depth is to persevere. Hone your craft by reading widely and becoming a keen observer of people. Write your people into scenes and scenarios you concoct, and let them reveal their character to you. It feels like a lot of work, but that’s what writing is . . .
Sunshine, Lollipops and Airport Delays
Terrence had never been one to just suck a lollipop. No sooner had he popped it in his mouth than his teeth were clamping down, chipping shards as sharp as glass.
Looking For a Home For One-Dozen Egg Yolks
I use my fingers, letting the white slip down into the bowl, leaving the glistening golden globes one at a time cradled in my hand. So easily done—what once was whole has now been twain.
The Things We Leave Behind
A diverse and engaging anthology, The Things We Leave Behind will resonate with a wide variety of readers. I found myself drawn in from the opening line.
That Georgian Bay Blue
Take me to a place where gnarled cedars force their roots through ancient glacier-pitted rocks, clinging to the face of an escarpment that is older than humanity.
Two Cold Fish Let the Chips Fall Where They May
“Sheesh, Suzette’s been strutting around with a chip on her shoulder today!”
“You’re telling me! Acting like a big fish in a small pond lately.”
A Rise and A Fall
Three minutes can be an eternity. Forty-five breaths. One hundred and eighty seconds. Two hundred and ten heartbeats.
Aly Writes 