Misha Almira's Blog - Posts Tagged "fantasy"
Author Geoffrey Saign
Can a girl grieving her mother, a boy missing his father, and a thousand-year-old parrot save two worlds with the supernatural staff, WhipEye?
I came up with the title of WhipEye by using pure intuition! My sister mentioned that it’s good to have a single punchy word for a title, and I spent weeks thinking on this. One evening, while watching a movie, the word WhipEye came to me. It had nothing to do with the story...
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I came up with the title of WhipEye by using pure intuition! My sister mentioned that it’s good to have a single punchy word for a title, and I spent weeks thinking on this. One evening, while watching a movie, the word WhipEye came to me. It had nothing to do with the story...
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Digging Deeper with Author Scarlett Dawn
I write stories that I love hard. Ones that don’t just have one meaning, or even two. They are stories that if you peel back the layers, it involves many aspects. Love. Prejudice. Hate. Peace. All of those – and more - wrapped into one fleshed out story. - Scarlett Dawn
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The Tramp by Sarah Wathen - Excerpt
“Don’t go to the river, just stay around here and find another kid or something,” Grandma Pearl shouted through the screen door, reading his mind.
How does she do that? It was a skill John wanted to learn. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned his head in the opposite direction, to the neighbors’ house up the road. He knew the McBride family that lived there through stories and vague memories of holiday weekends, but he couldn’t remember anyone by name. There were always plenty of kids around at family gatherings, but the house seemed pretty quiet just then. He looked at the rambling ranch house, wishing he didn’t feel so weird and abandoned, when a glinting light over the white picket fence caught his eye.
Is that water from a hose? No—it was spraying crazy in all directions, like a…
like a Wet Willy?
John had seen one in a commercial once. Focused on the place, he
could discern faint music blaring from a radio. “Lucy in the sky-y with
di-a-monds…”
Then, he heard a loud whoop and the maniacal, high-pitched laugh of
a pixie.
“What the f—mmmph?” John sometimes bleeped himself. Even
alone, a pottymouth just seemed too wrong. Even though pottymouths
felt so good to think.
Feeling less weird, and more curious, John tramped up the road to find
out what the fmmmph was going on at the McBrides’s. As he neared the
yard and looked through the wooden fencing, he could see a skinny girl,
about his age, sporting a bright yellow and white striped bathing suit, and
clomping around in red rain galoshes. John couldn’t see much point in the
boots; he watched her dive with complete abandon onto a flooded Slip-n-
Slide, and the water sloshed out the tops of her shoes when she rose to her
feet. Then, as she bounded over to dance a kind of stomping polka under
the lunatic rain of the plastic-haired sprinkler, he understood. Obviously,
one needed boots for such a dance.
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How does she do that? It was a skill John wanted to learn. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned his head in the opposite direction, to the neighbors’ house up the road. He knew the McBride family that lived there through stories and vague memories of holiday weekends, but he couldn’t remember anyone by name. There were always plenty of kids around at family gatherings, but the house seemed pretty quiet just then. He looked at the rambling ranch house, wishing he didn’t feel so weird and abandoned, when a glinting light over the white picket fence caught his eye.
Is that water from a hose? No—it was spraying crazy in all directions, like a…
like a Wet Willy?
John had seen one in a commercial once. Focused on the place, he
could discern faint music blaring from a radio. “Lucy in the sky-y with
di-a-monds…”
Then, he heard a loud whoop and the maniacal, high-pitched laugh of
a pixie.
“What the f—mmmph?” John sometimes bleeped himself. Even
alone, a pottymouth just seemed too wrong. Even though pottymouths
felt so good to think.
Feeling less weird, and more curious, John tramped up the road to find
out what the fmmmph was going on at the McBrides’s. As he neared the
yard and looked through the wooden fencing, he could see a skinny girl,
about his age, sporting a bright yellow and white striped bathing suit, and
clomping around in red rain galoshes. John couldn’t see much point in the
boots; he watched her dive with complete abandon onto a flooded Slip-n-
Slide, and the water sloshed out the tops of her shoes when she rose to her
feet. Then, as she bounded over to dance a kind of stomping polka under
the lunatic rain of the plastic-haired sprinkler, he understood. Obviously,
one needed boots for such a dance.
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Shielded Past by Patti Morelli
Shielded Past is riveting and full of suspense. So many questions need to be answered. We find out about Kate’s life in foster care after being abandoned by her mother. We meet Annie Collins, her best friend since their high school days.
Kate meets her ideal man and they purchase their dream home. This home was restored to its magnificent grandeur by her husband Gregg, and it is here that the intrigue begins. There is a light that shines every evening from the adjacent abandoned Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital in New Jersey, and with this, the suspense commences. We journey with Kate and Annie as they seek answers to the source of the light.
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Kate meets her ideal man and they purchase their dream home. This home was restored to its magnificent grandeur by her husband Gregg, and it is here that the intrigue begins. There is a light that shines every evening from the adjacent abandoned Marlboro Psychiatric Hospital in New Jersey, and with this, the suspense commences. We journey with Kate and Annie as they seek answers to the source of the light.
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