On Why I Write Flash Fiction

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Why not read some of my works? “Eschew the mo­nu­mental. Shun the Epic. All the guys who can paint great big pic­tures can paint great small ones.” — Ernest Hemmingway People often ask me why I write Flash Fiction. Surprisingly, some of my readers fail to un­der­stand most such works. At first I thought this was just my […]

Wil Wheaton: “The Monster in my Closet” It seems a lot of inspiration and knowledge alik

Wil Wheaton: “The Monster in my Closet” It seems a lot of inspiration and knowledge alik

IQ comes with strings attached

Eddie Rodriguez, for Cracked.com, wrote an amusing, yet in­ter­esting, art­icle titled 5 Unexpected Downsides of Intelligence. It was in­ter­esting, but you know how cracked.com art­icles can be: play­fully funny at first look, with some reading between the lines heavily de­manded. So I de­cided to ex­amine the five traits in a more–perhaps the best way to put it would […]

Extracts from the Cynic’s Wordbook — Part VII — the letter S

Also see let­ters P, M, K, C, J and R. Sabbath - noun An un­known quantity in San Francisco so­cial life. Sacerdotalist - noun One who holds the be­lief that a cler­gyman is a priest. Sacred - noun Dedicated to some re­li­gious pur­pose; having a di­vine char­acter; as the Dalai Lama of Tibet; the Moogum of M’bwango; the Cow in India; the hair of the dog that bit […]

Five things that will make your short story riveting

On a web­site, you have about ten seconds (max­imum) to make an im­pres­sion on your vis­itor that will de­cide whether they stay or not. In a short story, as far as my ex­per­i­ence is con­cerned, it is just the first sen­tence. Simple as they may seem, short stories are as com­plic­ated and as chal­len­ging to write as […]

(What appears to be) a very serious treatise on the criminal

The crim­inal of yes­terday is very dif­ferent from the crim­inal of today. He walked free like the in­no­cent of today while the crim­inal of today found him­self freely strolling through his prison cell like the in­no­cent man of yes­terday. While the po­lice are promptly im­pris­oning more men to con­vince the public that they are working, […]

Because death never strikes twice—a short story

The first time that I heard the mel­li­fluous notes of the vi­olin waft through the air, I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Nobody was sup­posed to be around. The real es­tate man told me the place was un­in­hab­ited at least up to a ra­dius of a couple of miles. And vi­olin notes do not travel that far. I […]

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