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Shara’s ninth year, that’s when they came, four followers from the House of Automata. She didn’t know why they had come but come they had. Her father, Revak, a man loose in the jowls, saggy in the eyes and shaky in the hands, gave no argument when they had arrived. “May Meios and Deios bless…

Violet slammed the car into Drive and sped out of the driveway. She would have the first pick; Mrs. Miller was not going to win. Not this year. She turned the corner to Buddy’s Greenhouse and smirked. Not a car in sight. She was the first to arrive. Her red heels clicked on the sidewalk […]

We here at Writing Without Limits have been honored to host such authors as Hugo award nominated writer, Brian Paone, up and coming writer, Tricia DiSandro and many others. Today, we bring you a lovely interview with Mikhaeyla Kopievsky who is here to promote her latest book, Resistance – Divided Elements: Book 1. So now, […]

This week on Writing Without Limits, I am happy to showcase a very talented author, the always impressive, Ben Hammot. Recently he sat down with me to discuss his latest book, what he’s reading now and his advice to the next generation of genre writers. Let’s begin.   So Ben,  how long have you been […]

Ostrich farming can be a dangerous profession. A kick from a male ostrich can be as deadly as a gator bite.  My father, a hand-rolled cigarette dangling from his lip, would slide a hood over the ostrich’s head before harvesting the feathers, because the feeble-minded bird wouldn’t kick what he couldn’t see. Having observed this […]

  I am writing these observations in a book I call my journal, a book of empty pages I claim as my own. The burgundy cover is the only blank book among the many here. Perhaps others refer to the remarks I am writing as emotions, but numbness has filled me since the day we […]

1 Delvar Ironhand paced around a small wooden table. A map of the grasslands of Nomurr sat upon its flat surface held down by a thick silver candelabra that barely illuminated his command tent. Thirteen known Ashland tribes dotted this section alone. The Eye of Eyrindel had led him here, to a small corner of […]

Delvar Ironhand paced around a small wooden table. A map of the grasslands of Nomurr sat upon its flat surface held down by a thick silver candelabra that barely illuminated his command tent. Thirteen known Ashland tribes dotted this section alone. The Eye of Eyrindel had led him here, to a small corner of the […]

I am proud to present the first ever long form excerpt of the upcoming novel, The Godkiller Chronicles, by author Christopher R. Broom.   Daara   In the darkness of night, they were no more than a shadows. Daara peered upwards into the night sky and gave a silent prayer to the Great Wolf for […]

Original fiction by author Norman Turrell   The control panel rejected Rethan’s attempts at reconfiguration for the third time, flashing a red warning symbol before powering down.  With an annoyed grunt, he slid back in the alien ship’s navigation seat and gazed out of the cockpit’s window at the salvage filled starry sky, bending his […]