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 – False Mother (Finale)

“It wouldn’t stop crying, it just wouldn’t stop…”

Eugene ran over to the bed and grabbed his shaking wife, “Love, relax. What happened, who wouldn’t stop crying?”

The wife couldn’t contain herself, her hands trembling as she was pushing down on a pillow. She shook her head with fright when she spoke through her sobbing, “I should have told you months ago that I didn’t want this. Seeing it in front of me, hearing it cry—I hated it.”

Eugene didn’t understand what she was saying. He looked around the room, “Where’s our son?”

The wife slowly lifted the pillow.


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Six)

Black grocery bag in hand, Eugene climbed the stairs to the second floor of the house, trying to keep his heavy feet from irritating the old flooring.

Not paying attention to his footing he accidentally tripped on the final step and sent the bag flying out of his loose hand, “Shit. Hope I didn’t wake them.”

Eugene walked down the hallway and picked up the bag, noticing it landed right in front of the master bedroom. When he picked up the bag he could hear a faint sobbing coming from behind the door.

He burst into the room, “What’s wrong?”


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Five)

With his wife and child finally sound a sleep Eugene crept his way out of the bedroom and the house, getting into his car to drive into town.

As he drove down the empty suburb roads, he couldn’t get rid of this gut-wrenching feeling within. Something was telling him to turn back now, but he ignored it. He thought the relaxing drive into town would ease his worry.

He glanced at the rear view mirror, seeing his own wrinkled reflection staring back at him, “Christ, I look like death.” However, he still smiled, “Guess it comes with raising a family.”


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Four)

“Is there anything I can get you while I’m out? Any kind of medicine or ointments?”

Eugene’s wife rolled over in bed to face him, her eyes struggling to stay open, “Just some aspirin. I’m having really bad headaches again.”

Eugene nodded and he headed for the bedroom door. Before he made it out the baby began crying. However, his wife had her ears covered, thrashing around in the bed. Without thinking, Eugene ran over and picked up the baby, slowly rocking it to try and soothe it.

“Make it stop,” his wife screeched out, “shut that fucking baby up!”


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Three)

Under the bright blue sky Eugene carefully pushed the wheelchair out of the hospital, making sure his wife and son were comfortable in the seat.

“Are you feeling fine, love?” Eugene politely asked.

His wife didn’t bother looking back, keeping her eyes forward as she replied, “Yeah…”

Seeing a black car pulling up to the curb, Eugene called out to the driver. The driver quickly got out and assisted the wife and child into the backseat.

Before closing the door, Eugene noticed his wife had her hand over the child’s face, “Protecting him from the sun?”

“You can say that…”


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Two)

“Turn down the lights, they’re hurting my eyes.”

Eugene quickly obeyed, “Sure, love.”

Turning a small dial on the wall, Eugene dimmed the lighting in the room. However, even in the darkened room, he could see the faint glowing of his newborn child resting in his wife’s arms. Wrapped up in a sky blue towel with a matching baby beanie hat, Eugene smiled at his child peacefully sleeping away. Noticing his features, Eugene chuckled at the sight of his son’s nose, “It’s pointed like yours, dear.”

His wife didn’t respond, her eyes locked in a dreaded stare at the baby.


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part One)

Eugene paced back and forth in the empty waiting area, the bleak-looking hallway echoing with his footsteps. Not too far away he could hear the agonizing cries of his wife coming from behind the door, hearing her begging for it all to just end.

Eugene balled up his fists, feeling guilt for having to put his loving wife through so much pain. However, he knew that everything would result in a beautiful thing.

His wife’s crying halts and a doctor comes out of the room, a bright smile on his face.

“Come welcome your newborn son into the world, Eugene.”


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100 Word Story – Backup (Finale)

The door was closed, and Thomas could hear somebody sobbing on the other side. Down on the ground was the fresh trail of blood from the dragged body. With his gun ready, he kicked the door in and aimed at the first person he saw.

“Freeze, don’t move!”

However, he was the one who froze.

In the middle of an empty room was a young boy, leaning over the bloodied body from before. Knife in hand, the boy slowly carved away at bits and pieces of the body, tears flooding from his eyes while he did it.

“Dad, wake up…”


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100 Word Story – Backup (Part Five)

“Freeze!”

Thomas held his firearm straight ahead, aiming down the second floor hallway. All the way at the back a body was being dragged into the last room down the hallway, the door slamming closed. Thomas kept his position behind the wall, waiting to see if that door would open again.

“Come out with your hands up,” he demanded.

No response from the end of the hallway. The eerie silence sent chills through Thomas, his hairs standing on end.

This is the kind of stuff you were waiting for.

Flashlight and gun in hand, he slowly approached the last door.


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100 Word Story – Backup (Part Four)

The house’s age became clear whenever it creaked under Thomas’s boot. The air grew colder the closer he got to the second floor. With every step on his way up, the floorboards almost broke under his weight.

“Did dispatch really give me the correct address?”Thomas pondered. “This house is too old to live in.”

From his brief search, Thomas knew that the house was much larger than it looked from the out side. He didn’t want to admit it, but this emergency call was too large for one officer.

However, that thrill for danger was his reason for staying alone.


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100 Word Story – Backup (Part Three)

“Hey, kid,” Thomas called out as he searched through the living room, “you alright?”

The living room had a thick air to it, a faint odor of trash lingering around the furniture. Wanting more light Thomas went to turn on a nearby lamp but nothing happened. He pulled out his small flashlight from his belt and scanned the room with greater attention to detail.

Illuminated by the white light, there was a large red stain on the back of the living room sofa. Thomas tapped it with his finger, feeling a cold, sticky dampness.

“This can’t be what I think…”


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