In the interest of getting more people to participate, I will be making my selection for this workshop public. All other submissions will remain private to the group. However, please note that any comments you make on my story will…
In the interest of getting more people to participate, I will be making my selection for this workshop public. All other submissions will remain private to the group. However, please note that any comments you make on my story will…
Storium is a successful Kickstarter project which aims to merge creative writing with the mechanics of interactive gameplay. Each team of players works together on a collaborative story using a set of virtual cards as both plot devices and character outlines. The…
I’ve been busy with other projects and haven’t had a lot of free time lately, so I thought it would be a good time to take a break from blogging and let the batteries recharge. Hopefully within the next week…
by Sophie Anderson Continued from Part One I took a closer look at him now that he was outside the ship. He was humanoid, with two arms, two legs a torso and head. He was covered it what appeared to…
by Sophie Anderson I wasn’t anything special, just the middle child of a middle-class family in the middle of America. That’s why it was beyond my wildest dreams that one hot afternoon in August I’d find something that would make…
For anyone who doesn’t know yet, we run workshops to critique science fiction and fantasy writing. These workshops consist of peer evaluations of short fiction or chapters from longer works. Workshops are open to everyone as long as they are…
by Lou Gagliardi Continued from Part One Looking into the mirror that hung on the wall, after entering the bathroom, Luke was happy. He left out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t disfigured. Definitely female but not disfigured and alive—that’s…
by Lou Gagliardi Luke was checking his appearance in the mirror. Tonight was an important night, both professionally and personally. It wasn’t every day, after all, that one got to date the boss’ daughter. Jeff worked as a experimental lab…
by Gord McLeod Continued from Part One The phone was actively drilling a small hole through his skull and into his brain via the ear canal. At least, Terry assumed that was what was happening; opening his eyes to actually…
by Gord McLeod “Would YOU like to live a carefree life of—” CLICK. Terry grunted in disgust and turned off the advertisement with a much sharper tap than was necessary. “Damned ads are everywhere,” he groused. “All this fancy living…