Rejected For Content: Decency Defiled

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I’m pleased to announce that my story “Decency Defiled” has been featured in a pretty popular series called Rejected For Content Vol. 6! I’m super excited to share this story with everyone and couldn’t be more excited to be among some awesome writers also. I will announce more details soon in terms of purchasing the book. Thank you guys so much for your support! Now off to writing more stories with cup of coffee #3 in the late afternoon..don’t judge me.

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Perfection

With most mornings starting with coffee, Erica started hers with shots of tequila, a gallon of ice cream, and six cheeseburgers. There was no time to waste, she wanted to achieve her goal no matter what the cost was.  Afterwards in the mirror, she would see the look of overindulgence, gluttony, and disgust. With no time to ingest, her smooth fingers went down her throat in an attempt to get the look she had always wanted. As warm bile and blood escaped from her lips, eventually oozing from her nostrils and watering up her eyes, she quickly felt a slight sharp pain in her chest. If I could only lose ten more pounds, I would be perfect. She was 110 but 70 was the perfect weight. Her personal goal, the look of perfection. The overindulgence in food had always made her feel better but it wasn’t enough. Along with the food, Erica filled and took her 5th shot of tequila in an attempt to almost burn the memories of her youth away, silencing the remarks and rebuttals from her mother about her weight. It was only a mere five years and twenty pounds ago, but to Erica it felt like yesterday.

The look was there, staring in the face in all its decayed glory but she couldn’t see it; only the look of anger, disappointment, and failure. No matter how much Erica lost, she could never see nothing more than a grotesque, repulsive image that wouldn’t go away. The scale and her body became a continuous battle she felt that she couldn’t win, until now. As the last bit of forced bile escaped from her chapped lips and irritated throat, she proceeded into her bedroom where she began to feel a tightness in her chest. The more steps she took, the more tighter it became, and with a sudden fall to the floor Erica’s chest finally stopped. No more binging, no more purging, no more pain. Erica wanted nothing more but to achieve her goal. Despite concerned advice from loved ones, her ideal look of beauty took on a different meaning with cries for help, love, and acceptance.  To her, 70 was the perfect weight. The look of perfection.

Losing Momentum: Snap Out of It

A Writer's Path

by Samantha Fenton

It happens often enough: A writer taking a day or two break, which turns into a week of not writing, then two, and pretty soon your manuscript has been pushed off the table and into a drawer. Not good. Now you’ve lost all drive to work on the thing. You’re procrastinating, and have no desire to start on it again. Let me repeat: This is not good, and you know it.

It started off innocently enough. You did actually want to work on the book, but you had a lot going on. Or maybe you had hit a rut. Still, you had other things you needed to get done. You wanted to read that new book. You were to work on that hard scene tomorrow. You just took of one night because you were so tired, and you deserved one night off after all you’ve done.

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5 Tips to Make You a Better Writer Instantly

A Writer's Path

by Felicity Annora

Hey guys! I’m back again with my self-help posts, and this time I’m going to tell you you how to become a better writer instantly. I know it sounds like one of those bad “get-rich-quick” gimmicks that you find in commercials- and you’d absolutely right. But this time, the tips and tricks are real and they truly are things that help you improve  your writing quickly.

So without further ado, here they are:

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Crying

The house was silent.

James’ wife Kate was in bed, no longer nagging him while his son slept quietly in his room. His cries had a way of penetrating deep into James’ head.

Sitting on the shitty brown couch his in-laws had given them as a wedding present, James enjoyed the silence.

Then his father spoke.

“Is that kid of yours going to cry tonight?”

James talked to his father every night, whether he wanted to or not; he always told James how to live his life.

The old man was more overbearing now than when he was alive.

“No, he’s not,” James replied.

“Yes, he will.”

Ignoring his father, he tried to find something decent to watch until Kate called from their bedroom.

“Honey, the air conditioner cut out again! Can you come take a look at it?”

“Tell her to suck it up,” the old man…

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#NGHW 500-word Horror Blogs, the Runners Up

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#NGHW 500-word Horror Blogs, The Runners Up featured on #139
Daphne Strasert and Quentin Norris

  1.  # 2 HORROR BINGE by Daphne Strasert

    Fear evolved to be a fleeting physical reaction. Fight or flight is only supposed to last long enough to escape danger. Psychologically speaking, humans aren’t built to endure hours of sustained terror. Yet, whether it’s Penny Dreadful or Stranger Things, horror addicts love to curl up with Netflix for a marathon of dread. Watching horror isn’t like it used to be. With the rise of streaming services, the horror genre faces the new challenge of binge-watch culture. What effect does this medium have on scare factor and can it take horror to new heights?

    How did we get here?

    Before streaming, television horror was constrained by weekly time slots. Creators had to contend with an unreliable audience, so they structured series for casual viewing. Shows adopted a…

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Highway 54

Brown teddy bear with standard stitching and right eye removed. Soaked from the rain on highway 54, it was just a mere few miles away from where my world stopped. Everything from that day except for the smells were a distant memory. The smells…the smell of the air thickening as it happened, the smell of the rain kissed with humidity, and the smell of blood.

The scent alone wouldn’t relent as it became a constant and even permanent reminder of the events that happened on that rainy day. As I clutch the teddy bear in my arms I try to forget but the memories were everywhere, including the tiny shards of glass hidden on the road sprinkled with the blood of my son. But I had no choice. It was the only way I could keep my marriage.

Struggling authors, please read.

Author Kyle Perkins

By Kyle Perkins.

So lately I have heard from a few people that they feel like they should just give up on writing because for whatever reason, they are feeling like it just isn’t worth it anymore. Whether they feel like they aren’t getting enough attention, don’t have enough fans, or whatever the case may be, they are wrong, and here’s why.

Writers and authors have a gift, and because we have that gift, we have an obligation, a responsibility to use it. We may “just” arrange words in such a fashion that people enjoy reading them, but a heart surgeon “just” transplants hearts, and astronauts “just” go to space. We need to stop treating writing like it is simply a hobby that “anyone” can do, because that’s not the case. We “just” take people to places they can’t go on their own, and give them a form of escapism…

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