Why Writers Get Hate — And Why You Should Keep Writing Anyway
Dear New Writer, Let me tell you something you won’t hear often enough: the moment you put your work into the world, someone will try to tear you down for it. Not because your writing is bad. Not because they’re offering useful critique. No — some people just carry bitterness like it’s their birthright, and…
THE ULTIMATE GUIDE TO BUILDING A FANTASY WORLD READERS BELIEVE IN
INTRODUCTION — WHY WORLDBUILDING ACTUALLY MATTERS Pull up a chair and slide that mug closer. Let’s be honest about something right from the top: worldbuilding is one of the most overcomplicated, over-explained, and over-glorified parts of writing fantasy. Everyone’s got a method, a checklist, a 400-page bible of lore they never use, three abandoned maps,…
Moonblood Letters – Episode 2
“The Weight of the Unseen” The halls of Noctelle Hold swallowed sound the way deep water swallowed light. Lysandra’s footsteps were soft against the stone, but tonight even that felt too loud. Moonlight followed her like a guilty thought, spilling in long thin bars through the narrow windows as she climbed the final set of…
Moonblood Letters – Episode 1
“A Whisper Beneath the Crescent Moon” The moon hung thin and sharp above Vilharrow, a silver cut in a bruised sky. Far from the clamor of markets and chiming clocks, the Noctelle Hold sat on its cliff like a stone confession, its towers watching the black water below. Inside, where mortal eyes would never go,…
Wolf of the Weir
They hanged a hero at dawn, and no one in Bastion remembered why. By noon, even the rope had forgotten the weight it held. Maelis Corren stood beneath the gallows with a ledger clutched to her breast and ink drying against her thumb, the ash-black kind that stained the cuticles no matter how hard you…
The God-Eater’s Apprentice
The god took a long time to die. It wept as it burned, its tears a silver too bright for the human eye. Flesh like coal and pearl cracked open in the pyre, spilling blood that sang in voices. The apprentice stood back from the flames, eyes stinging, nose bleeding. He was told not to…
How to Beat the Blank Page (and Actually Start Your Story)
Every writer knows the dance: you open the document, line up your snacks and your playlist, and then… nothing. A blinking cursor, a dozen good intentions, and not a single sentence that feels safe to type. The problem isn’t talent. It’s pressure. We try to write a finished book in the first paragraph. No wonder…
Flash Fiction: The Art of Saying More With Less
In the noisy sprawl of modern storytelling — where word counts balloon and plotlines multiply — flash fiction does the opposite. It shrinks. Sharpens. Distills. And in doing so, it becomes one of the most powerful tools a writer can use. Defined loosely as stories under 1,000 words, flash fiction demands discipline and rewards risk.…
The Wolf Who Chose a Boy — A Winter Tale of Mercy and Monsters
Snow takes the sound out of the world. It lays a quiet hand over the trees and the stones and the ribs of the earth until even the wind forgets its teeth. In that hush a boy lies where someone left him—blanket stiff with frost, breath a thin thread that snags and frays in the…
The Forest of Last Lights – A Dark Fantasy Short
There is a forest in the north where the trees remember everything. The locals call it Istren Vale, though no one who lives south of its borders bothers to name it at all. To them, it’s just the forest that hums. They say if you stand inside its edge at dusk, when the last veins…
The Frequency of Names
They teach you to listen with your bones first. Not your ears—ears are beginners’ tools. Bones remember things ears are ashamed to speak aloud. The sternum drinks resonance, ribs cradle it, and the pelvis knows the old rhythms of work and want. You stand barefoot on the wooden floor of the Hall of Quiet, the…