Month: April 2018

THE WRITE LIFE: Michelle E. Woody

Writers are so often viewed as tortured, solitary creatures who spend their waking hours hovering over the keys of their battered laptops in a dank basement or in the corner of a coffee shop, agonizing over their words. While it is true that the act of writing is mostly something one does on their own, ...

99% Psychological, 1% What You Know.

"The two friends often were mischievous and were repeatedly reprimanded by their superiors. Once, my grandfather ordered a Monopoly board game set for something to do. Charlie had an idea and threw away everything except for the board and the dice and the two of them set it up like a craps table."

THE WRITE LIFE: Writing Prompt #5

In a continued effort to write more, I have been posting writing prompt ideas not only for myself to use, but also for you. My hope is to use these prompts to write something myself and share with you all later. Please feel free to share anything you come up with as well.   You ...

THE WRITE LIFE: Writing Prompt #4

In a continued effort to write more, I have been posting writing prompt ideas not only for myself to use, but also for you. My hope is to use these prompts to write something myself and share with you all later. Please feel free to share anything you come up with as well.   Everyone ...

The Officer.

We made our way up the three flights of stairs to the filthy apartment we called home on River Street. It was 1992 and I was eleven years old. My three siblings were younger, but not by a lot. We were all children, I just happened to be the oldest. We piled into the kitchen, ...

A NERDY HISTORY

Of Dice And Men: The Story of Dungeons & Dragons and the People Who Play It By David M. Ewalt 288 pp. Scribner, $26.00 When one normally thinks of the often-derided role playing game Dungeons & Dragons, images of slack-jawed, hunchbacked nerds and obsessed geeks come to the forefront of the imagination. This is due ...

Heels In The Rain

*Painting by Andre Kohn The water’s droppin’ from the hazy-grey skies and I’m sittin’ here in an empty place, droppin’ from a buzz. My head is full of swimmin’ thoughts, my skin is pricklin’ at the cold wind. My ears are pickin’ up the tap tappin’ of the rain that sounds like static on the ...