Norwegian Work Out

Norwegian Work Out

When I’m in writing mode for a novel, I get up at 4:00 am and work for five to six hours. In the afternoon, I run for 10km or swim for 1500m (or do both), then I read a bit and listen to some music. I go to bed at

Halloween 2016: The Funhouse

Halloween 2016: The Funhouse

To celebration Halloween, I’m posting a short story I wrote this time last year about a spooky, little funhouse with plenty of secrets to spare … Enjoy! – M There was nothing unusual about the way the coffee was poured. There was nothing unusual in the way it tumbled from

Nothing But Mist

Nothing But Mist

The witch called upon the mist to wrap its arms tightly around the beachgoers, providing the shelter she needed to slip unseen along the wharf and onto the princess’ ship. She had, at this very moment, but one thought on her mind: Soon the princess would burn. In all fairness,

Featured Friday: The Unexpected Type

Featured Friday: The Unexpected Type

Well hello, Friday. In honor of this beautiful day of the week, I’m starting a new series called “Featured Friday.” Each Friday, I’ll be featuring one blogger/collaborator/publication that has shown little word studio some love. It’s been humbling (and incredible) to see the warm reception of my stories and it only

THE SECRET DOOR

THE SECRET DOOR

The secret door. Over the mountain, across the wood, behind the waterfall. They had found it. Finally. Now they just needed to open it. But how?  And why? Because some cross-eyed, old man told them they must. Because something in his appearance – skin like crinkled parchment paper wrapped against

STREET ART

STREET ART

“Our mission is to correct only the most flagrant name confusions, leaving undisturbed much that is to be regretted but can be endured.” – Charles Murdock Benedict Brown didn’t think himself capable of admiring anyone more than he did Mr. Charles A. Murdock, chairman of the 1909 San Francisco street

ANNALEE

ANNALEE

Her name was Annalee. I say was because she’s no longer with us but you should know she was my Aunt Annalee and was forever saying strange things to me like, “you’ll never understand what’s sitting inside or outside the ocean, so the best you can do is try.” “Yes,

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 3]

THE HANDS OF SALAMANDRE [PART 3]

 “Flood every river of your mind with only the muckiest of water and you will forever be quenched with the thirst of appeal.” -Salamandre, excerpt from a rejected submission to The Brixie Journal of Jangular Babbles and Jingular Enterprise, Spring Vol. XVII The first night among the shelves, Salamandre couldn’t

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