Wishing White

MADD FICTIONAL

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Connie screamed and hurdled down the flight of stairs like she was on fire. She made a run for the front door, fingers frantically fumbled at the night latch, deadbolt and lockset. Head on a swivel, she tossed panicked glances over her shoulder at the middle-aged black man bounding down the stairs toward her.

The final lock tumbled, she grabbed the knob and tugged but the man rushed up from behind and slammed the door shut. He spun the whippet-thin woman around as if she weighed nothing, took her by the shoulders and pressed her against the door. Connie let out an ear-piercing screech that he cut short by clamping his massive hand over her mouth.

“Stop it, do you hear me? I’m not trying to put on a show for the neighbors, so I need you to stop screaming. Just. Stop.” He held her there for a long moment…

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Strong Roots Amongst The Clay

MADD FICTIONAL

Clay Boy

Once there was a kindly woman who was known all about the town as Lovely Lucy, not so much for her appearance, for she was endowed with plain features—which wasn’t a bad thing at all—but she was called this because she was arguably one of the sweetest people who ever walked the face of the planet. The only parts of her life that suffered were her love life and her inability to bear children.

One morning, Lucy went to market and spoke with the town sculptor, who made statues large and small, some for himself and some which he sold. Lucy hadn’t much money so she explained what she wanted to do and begged the sculptor to spare some clay and promised to pay him another day. The sculptor remembered how Lucy had brought soup and sat by his bedside when he had taken ill, and gladly gave her as…

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Writing about writing

The Wordsmithing World of Benjamin

I don’t usually write about writing. For one, I’d usually rather write than write about it. Also, everyone’s writing style and philosophy is different. This causes me to grumble against headings like …

“Do It This Way and You Will Succeed as a Writer.”

I always read it as …

“Do It My Way or You Will Never Amount to Anything.”

Maybe those bloggers are right, or maybe I’ll just amount to something different. So I only have one rule for writers.

“Thou shalt write.”

If you stick to that rule then you are a writer. Congratulations. You may now put “writer” in your profile.

Everything else falls into place after the first rule. If you keep writing, you will be reading the work of others, getting feedback, and honing your craft. You will be doing these things because you want all that writing effort to be the best it…

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