William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: Fiction
Saving butterflies in books: making memories fiction
Dawn’s trying to help her mom figure out how her laptop works, on the couch. The two of them marvel over how simple it can be when you do it the right way and it’s like the seven wonders of … Continue reading
Sneaking up on your readers: on trust, and surprise
A good surprise is a good thing, when it comes to film and literature. People like to be surprised, but not in a way that violates their trust. I can jump out at you from behind a bush and make … Continue reading
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Tagged art, DPchallenge, fate, Fiction, NaNoWriMo, philosophy, postaday, religion, Robert McKee, the nature of art, trust, writing, writing technique
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The hum
A hum started building near the Magic Place, down the dead end road that said No Turn Around. Benny was crouched down looking at the snake, and realized it was dead. That’s why it didn’t move when he saw it … Continue reading
Posted in death
Tagged Bennie and the Jets, DPchallenge, Fiction, horror, Mr Bingley, postaday, psychics, supernatural
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Benny Hopstock
Benny Hopstock was a boy with curly blond hair and big, brown eyes, like a doe. His mom said he looked like Goldilocks, but he didn’t like that. He was pudgy and looked a bit like a pig, like the … Continue reading
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Tagged Don DeLillo, DPchallenge, Fiction, horror, Mr Bingley, postaday
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Pain killer
The psychic said I had a violent streak, and looked at me with caution, as if I had done something bad in a former life. I think she said it because I threatened to hit MJ with a hammer, but … Continue reading
Posted in death
Tagged Cormac McCarthy, DPchallenge, Fiction, postaday, The Orchard Keeper, violence
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