You Don’t Know Me – Don’t Judge Writers Based on Page One

You Don’t Know Me – Don’t Judge Writers Based on Page One

Throughout life we all have that moment when somebody tries to judge us based on little to no information about us—they only judge based on face value. We would often get confused about fitting into a certain clique just because we have colorful hair colors or because we’re covered in piercings and tattoos. Hell, we may get lumped into a group just because we’re wearing a shirt with a band logo on it. Sometimes these early judgments are true, but they’re not most of the time. But that’s how life is and we just go about our business.

However, if you’re a writer and somebody tries to judge your work without knowing your history, your style, your flow, and especially without reading more than just the first page, it feels like the most offensive thing in the world. And I personally just had this moment a few days ago after talking to a guy who said I should write psychological instead of horror. Now if I remembered correctly, and I’m pretty sure I did, psychological is a sub-genre of horror. And, on top of that, he made this comment after reading the first page of an action story I wrote, so…

Dude, if you’re reading this, I just want to tell you this: Know your facts before talking shit.

However, this post isn’t to vent or put a person on blast. I just want to help inform people about what NOT to do if they want to approach a writer. Continue reading the article here

100 Word Story – Residence (Finale)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts.

Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Residence (Part Five)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts. Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Residence (Part Four)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts. Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Residence (Part Three)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts. Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Residence (Part Two)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts. Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Residence (Part One)

There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.

Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.

Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.

It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts. Continue reading Residence

100 Word Story – Failing Negotiations (Finale)

Police and government officials go through years of training in order to refine and craft their skills. They learn the art of the firearm, hand-to-hand combat and defense, and even learn the power of the voice in order to defuse situations.

There are those who specialize in the way of words in order to bring about solutions and resolve dangerous situations: they are called negotiators. They are the best at getting into people’s heads and thoughts, hoping to bring an end to a conflict as peacefully as possible.

They also have the power to say the absolutely wrong things and only make the situations much, much worse than it should have been. Continue reading Failing Negotiations

100 Word Story – Failing Negotiations (Part Four)

Police and government officials go through years of training in order to refine and craft their skills. They learn the art of the firearm, hand-to-hand combat and defense, and even learn the power of the voice in order to defuse situations.

There are those who specialize in the way of words in order to bring about solutions and resolve dangerous situations: they are called negotiators. They are the best at getting into people’s heads and thoughts, hoping to bring an end to a conflict as peacefully as possible.

They also have the power to say the absolutely wrong things and only make the situations much, much worse than it should have been. Continue reading Failing Negotiations

100 Word Story – Failing Negotiations (Part Three)

Police and government officials go through years of training in order to refine and craft their skills. They learn the art of the firearm, hand-to-hand combat and defense, and even learn the power of the voice in order to defuse situations.

There are those who specialize in the way of words in order to bring about solutions and resolve dangerous situations: they are called negotiators. They are the best at getting into people’s heads and thoughts, hoping to bring an end to a conflict as peacefully as possible.

They also have the power to say the absolutely wrong things and only make the situations much, much worse than it should have been. Continue reading Failing Negotiations

100 Word Story – Failing Negotiations (Part Two)

Police and government officials go through years of training in order to refine and craft their skills. They learn the art of the firearm, hand-to-hand combat and defense, and even learn the power of the voice in order to defuse situations.

There are those who specialize in the way of words in order to bring about solutions and resolve dangerous situations: they are called negotiators. They are the best at getting into people’s heads and thoughts, hoping to bring an end to a conflict as peacefully as possible.

They also have the power to say the absolutely wrong things and only make the situations much, much worse than it should have been. Continue reading Failing Negotiations

100 Word Story – Failing Negotiations (Part One)

Police and government officials go through years of training in order to refine and craft their skills. They learn the art of the firearm, hand-to-hand combat and defense, and even learn the power of the voice in order to defuse situations.

There are those who specialize in the way of words in order to bring about solutions and resolve dangerous situations: they are called negotiators. They are the best at getting into people’s heads and thoughts, hoping to bring an end to a conflict as peacefully as possible.

They also have the power to say the absolutely wrong things and only make the situations much, much worse than it should have been. Continue reading Failing Negotiations

100 Word Story – Breaking in the New Year (Finale)

It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.

Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.

It’s the beginning of the new year.

And that year begins with a trashed apartment. Continue reading Breaking in the New Year