to all my fears, i never been more afraid of myself, i attended to do things i never thought i would do, and i think of stuff i never thought about it before, is this what it feels like to have a mental illness? or should i take people for the blame. I no longer feel myself.
bailey binge: the memoir
Blake Bailey wrote his memoir in stops and starts over the course of eleven years and the final product is a tight 240 pages, you can read it in a day, and while it’s definitely a conventional memoir insofar as it carries our narrator from womb to chapel and a little bit farther, teaching him lessons along the way, the most striking portrait to come from it is that of the Biographer’s brother,…
light wavelength space travel.
novel research.
“The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.”
The Bell Jar, Slyvia Plath
Editorial Review – Open Heart
Title: Open Heart
Author: Gregory D. Williams
Genre: Historical fiction / Medical fiction / Literary fiction
Open Heart by Gregory D. Williams is a coming-of-age literary novel that takes place in Phoenix during the mid-1970s. Gene Hull is a twenty-year-old man who has recently lost his doctor dad, who was also his hero, and is also reeling from a tough breakup with his girlfriend, Patty. The…
NOIM | Chapter 24 | Edizon Madrigal | The Truth behind William’s Nightmares
“But… everything was so-”
“Real…”
“Shit…”
The knife clang to the ground as I stared at William. He was trembling. Disoriented.
I briefly touched my neck. As expected, there wasn’t even a scratch on it.
Not only did he stop my attack, he also used the momentum of my swing to disarm me,
then,
in a swift motion,
swing the blade towards my neck accurately, stopping just a millimeter away from…
Hey guys, so I’m thinking about doing character moodboards for an original work I have that is a major work in progress. If anybody is curious and wants to check them out I will try and have the first one up soon. I do have to find FCs (face claims) for some of them but hopefully the first one comes out ok.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 Part 1, Chapter 8 Part 2, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19
FYI: This story is also being posted under the same title on Wattpad. If you find that reading experience more comfortable, feel free to head over there.
The funeral was small, only a few close friends, excluding great-uncle Charles Fredrickson and the eternally lovely Maria whom saw fit to wear a new black dress, her stoid visage lightly obscured through the thin, tender fabric of the traditional black veil descending from the brim of her matching sun hat.
Weeks before, reposed upon the hotel bed, she had reached across the nightstand, dialing the local police upon the rusty telephone possibly older than herself, reporting that she saw what she thought was a fire. Someone was sent to the former house, finding only the crumbled ruins surrounding the unrecognizably blackened husk of a body, burned through to the bone. She’d been called in to identify the remains, which she did, providing some shabby excuse regarding the pajama pants he wore or something or other, but it was enough, combined with the slight aspects of other evidence. Williamson, whose body sat buried in the hidden basement, had simply been pronounced missing. The presence of his police cruiser parked nearby sparked some questions, but that was nothing Maria couldn’t handle. There followed a brief investigation of the fire, yet at the scene of the crime was found nothing more than the blackened husk of a gas can, melted free of incriminating evidence. No true evidence was found to support a theory of murder, but no one really tried.
So, a year ago I came up with a book idea that I personally love, it’s a dystopian ya novel about how your hair color determines your magic and what tribe your in. And one teens from each of the five tribes all come together because of a young man that tells them that there is a better life, a better life outside of the city. So he brings them all to this old man that tells them of the adventures and wonders of outside the walls. They all agree to help and they start going on missions and stuff. There’s a lot of plot twists and things like that. I’ve started writing and I finished the first draft of the first chapter. Each of the first couple of chapters is a P.O.V from each of the teens when they first figure out they can actually DO magic (they are still separated by hair color, but people can no longer actually perform magic, and if they can they become power hungry people in the government.) and the young man brings them to the old man. I’m just wondering if you guys would like to hear about this book, and maybe get beta versions of my chapters.
5. Hope is what ruins you and yet sometimes we just can’t help but hope because hoping is what makes us human.