Real Doll: Know Before You Read

Jack is disgusting, twisted and terrible. He’s spent years wondering what it would be like to have sex with a dead woman and he knows it’s wrong. This isn’t something he should want, ever. But he does, he wants to try it at least once. It’s gotten to the point that he’s even tried roleplaying with his wife. Which, safe to say, didn’t end well. 

So he spends hours in his office instead, dreaming about what it would be like and fueling his desire even more. Jack can’t help what he’s turned on by, no one can help that sort of thing. 

Honestly, what’s wrong with a little bit of fantasy? It’s not like Jack would kill a woman to get what he needs.

Real Doll is a horror flash fiction piece written by George Spisak and featured in The Literary Hatchet. Grotesque and haunting, this tale isn’t for the faint of heart. It is a gritty look at the darkest pieces of humanity. Not every person is human.

Download the free PDF copy here or purchase a physical copy here. 

Writing to be Read

So a few weeks ago I covered the topic of writing to write and how a writer shouldn’t give up and the rough patches that can happen while working on the skill that is writing (you can read that post here). In that post, I mentioned how writers also write to be read.

Hold onto your seat, because we’re diving straight into that bucket of worms today.

I love writing. I absolutely adore it with a passion. But that does not mean I want to spend the rest of my life writing privately to myself. Sure, there are certain projects that won’t see the light of day. Certain projects that are much too personal for my comfort. There are going to be many projects like that over the years, that’s normal. Perhaps, in the future, they’ll see the light of day.

But we’re talking about the now, and the now is what we’re concerned about.

Writers can’t bottle their work away and be satisfied that it has been completed. There’s a huge part of us that is absolutely begging for someone to read and comment on it, someone to tell us that we did our job as a writer and hit them right in the feels. With a sack of hammers and a glass bottle of nails.

Don’t literally do that. This is writing, it’s all figurative.

That feedback though, that’s what a writer craves. Even if it’s a simple “Wow, I really liked this!” it can give a writer the motivation to keep writing for months. It doesn’t seem like much, but pointing out a chunk of dialogue that grabbed you or a character that makes you laugh means absolutely everything to the writer. So find a little writer near you and tell them that they need to keep writing because you’re there, quietly rooting for them to get published or get a favourite or a star or kudos for their piece posted online. You, as a fellow reader or writer, are completely in control of helping another writer out.

We all want to be read, we just need to know someone out there is reading.

Claire’s Fairies (Short Story)

“There are fairies in my room. They come out at night.”

My steps faultered as I reached the table. “Can’t say that’s what I suspected when you asked me to go out for coffee.”Kate only shrugged.

Kate only shrugged.

I sat down, traced my finger around the rim of my cup. There were dark circles under her eyes, her make-up wasn’t done. A scuff of dirt had settled on the left shoulder of her leather jacket.

“Fairies? Like…wings and sharp noses and pointed ears. Tinker Bell fairies?”

“Yeah, and she’s got a little green dress. No, I don’t mean fucking Tinker Bell! Jesus, Sam. I thought you’d believe me.” She rubbed her face, shoulders hunched and loose. It didn’t suit her. She was supposed to be all brass balls and curled fists instead of acrylic nails. She wasn’t supposed to be unsettled and sleep deprived.

I hummed into my coffee as I raised the cup to my lips. “Was the dress blue?”

“I hate you.”

“What do you want me to say? You’re probably having nightmares or something like that. Fairies aren’t real.” They weren’t. They were illusions, make believe. Tales for little boys and girls who still believed in Neverland.

“Either way, it’s probably just a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it.” The tips of my fingers were shaking. I gripped the cup harder.

She snorted, blew strangles of knotted hair from her face with a heavy breath. “Yeah, dreams.” Her cup jumped as her elbows slammed against the table and she rolled her sleeves up. “These are just me dreaming too, right?” Kate spat.

Tiny burns twisted the length of her skin. Each one a hand or foot print twining up her arms. I blinked, tried to ignore how thick and clumsy my tongue felt in my mouth. Her burns matched the scars that circled my ankle.

But it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I squeezed my eyes closed, swallowed back the cotton feeling in my throat. “That isn’t –“

“Real? Right Sam, because I just want to dig up your painful memories. I just want to hurt my best friend. I want to make your life hell by reminding you of Claire. Right? Big old Sammy boy needs to be reminded how he’s broken and crazy.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, Sam. They’re been trying to kill me for weeks. You’re the only one who can help. You won’t think I’m crazy.”

I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. The coffee twisted and swirled in my mug, a whirlpool. My thoughts spun on high gear, I tried to ignore the memories wiggling at the back of my eyes.

Kate smoked. Maybe the marks were cigarette burns. She could have done it as an elaborate prank. I didn’t think she had it in her to be this cruel, but who could really say? There wasn’t a way in hell this was real.

“Sam. Look at me.”

I didn’t want to. Focused on the skin of my knuckles, pasty white around the cup. Focus on anything but her burns.

Fairies. She was messing with me. Kate had slipped into the deep end. She was using my secrets as an excuse to mess with my head. She wanted to bring back the night my sister was taken.

“Sam!” The coffee mug slipped from my fingers, rolled off the table and shattered. Kate gripped my shoulders, shook me back and forth to get my attention. The clatter of the café stilled for a moment.

I was a rag doll, my breath racing out of my chest. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t breathe right.

A waitress asked if we were alright as she picked up the shards. Kate assured her we were. But we weren’t. I wasn’t. My heart hammered against my ribs and threatened to break them.

“I’m not lying. Please, you’ve got to believe me. You’re the only one who can help. You’re the only one who won’t think I’m crazy.” She had dropped her voice, leaned across the table like we were spies. Kids playing spies in a grocery store. Kids still thinking Neverland was a good, happy place.

But she’s right, I won’t think she’s crazy because she isn’t. Because I’ve been there and I’ve seen them too. Something took my sister in the middle of the night six years ago and it wasn’t her abusive and estranged father.

I stood, tried to ignore the boiling liquid that soaked my pants. Neverland wasn’t supposed to be real. All the ‘progress’ I made after Claire’s disappearance…it was worthless if she was right. And I knew that she was and I couldn’t admit it.

“I can give you the number of my therapist. He can tell you why you’re seeing fairies. It…it helped me. We can do it together.” I already knew she would say no. That I practically slapped her in the face.

Her hands slid from my shoulders. Trickled off me like spilt milk. I believed her, even though I couldn’t say it aloud. I knew my little sister wasn’t out there with some kidnapper. She was in some sort of fairy land, entranced by magic and tortured by mythical creatures. Years of therapy helped keep my mouth shut.

“Sam…”

“It’s okay Kate.” The tile on the ground was white besides the black coffee. A river of it twisted around the legs of the table. “You’re not crazy. It’s a delusion that your brain created to protect you from a memory that hurts you. It just seems real.” Rehashed words from a thousand sessions with a therapist.

She deflated into her chair, pressed her face in her hands. Her shoulders heaved. I could just hear her muffled cries over the din of the café.

I wanted to go to her, to wrap my arms around her and tell her that I believed her. That she wasn’t seeing things and the marks weren’t from her. I wanted to do all the things that no one ever did for me when Claire was stolen and I saw them in my room.

I almost did. I took a half step, the coffee staining the sole of my shoe. Another step and I would have been beside her. I would have been able to wrap my arms around her and tell her that we would dig through a thousand books to find out which fairies she had in her room and how we could get rid of them.

But I didn’t. I grabbed my leather jacket from the back of my chair, slid my arms inside. “Do you want me to drive you to your parents and talk with them?”

She shook her head and rubbed her nose on her sleeve. Her arms were covered again, she was just a sad girl in a busy café now.

“You sure? It’s easier when you have someone else with you. Least, that’s what I’ve been told. I did it by myself.”

“I believed you.” I could barely hear her above the ring of the bell as another person entered. “When you told me something…something took your sister, I believed you. When you told me you saw them in your room that night. You were supposed to believe me too.”

I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. “Kate…I –“

“Don’t. Just get out. I don’t want your help. Just get the fuck out and leave me the hell alone.”

“Okay.” I started to leave, hands stuffed deep into my pockets.

“You were supposed to believe me. I’m not crazy!” But the entire café thought she was, everyone frozen as she screamed at my back.

“I do.” I mumbled it with half a breath as I exited the café. I knew where her story was going. She would end up like I did, obsessed. She would spend every free moment researching what wasn’t supposed to exist.

I swung myself onto my motorcycle and strapped my helmet on. She wouldn’t stop looking. I knew Kate, she was stronger than I was.

While I kept pretending I didn’t see Claire in the mirror, screaming for me to find her, Kate would find answers. That was how Kate worked.

I peeled out of the parking lot, regretting every inch I drove away from her.

 

Mama’s Lullaby (Flash Fiction)

Mama’s Lullaby is a flash fiction piece I wrote for Stephen Willis’ writing challenge. It  is inspired by the song Brigmore Lullaby, remix by Raphael Colantonio. Hope you enjoy reading! And check out his challenge, it’s quite a bit of fun.

Mama used to sing me a lullaby.

She sang about the King and his feathered bed. She sang about the flames and the spikes. About the starving and the cold. Sang about the sparrows and the gulls.

I wasn’t supposed to worry or be afraid. Everything would be okay. The cold in my toes would be warm once the King was dead. The hunger in my tummy wouldn’t be numbed by frost I licked from window panes. Once the King was dead.

She told me to listen for the sparrows, three times they would call. Wait for three gulls to fall.

Then everything would be okay. If I helped. Pulled him from his feathered bed. Strung his head on top of a metal spike. Helped spill the blood on the streets. I was old enough, mhm, old enough. Thirteen summers was old enough.

Funny, though, how terrible things fix terrible things.

She died while I was listening to the sparrows. They called four times, not three, and she fell. Dropped like a stone in a shallow pond. I tried to wake her, shake her. But she didn’t get up. Her skin went cold. I sat with her all through the night, watched the King’s house burn. Watched blood run down the streets.

Hidden little rat in the streets, that’s what I was. And no one bothered the little rats.

Mama once told me that the world would get better. Once the King was dead. But it didn’t. It got worse. The streets were always red, the hangman was dead, and I still licked the frost on window panes.

The sparrows never stopped screaming, always in calls of three. Gulls littered the cobbled streets, falling every day. There wasn’t any singing and there was always nightmares at the corners of my eyes. Real ones, mhm, real nightmares.

I just miss my mama’s lullaby.

 

Mr. Billy, an adult picture book

So I apologize this post wasn’t released on Friday. I ended up spending a night in the hospital and have been recovering since. That being said, I have recovered and everything should be back on schedule as usual. A flash fiction story will be posted this Friday for you and blogs will resume as normal afterwards.

To the point of this blog, I’m here to tell you all about my current project: Mr. Billy. Have a blurb.

Abby always played in the woods behind her house, among the birtch trees and the bramble bushes. Her dad told her to be careful and she always was. Until she stumbled across Mr. Billy. He dripped ink from his finger tips and fed her candy canes in the summer and promised to take her nightmares away if she let him be her friend.

So she did, because she was tired of dreaming of all her teeth falling out. 

Mr. Billy said he would take the bullies in her class away to a place where no one would find them, not even God. They were friends, and friends needed to stick up for each other.

And they went missing, child by child. Abby heard her dad whisper to her mom about the things the police found in the woods behind her house. Terrible things, tiny teeth and bones with ribbions of red flesh. Things that came from the other little boys and girls that went missing.

But Mr. Billy told her not to worry. It was just a game of hide and seek and God was the seeker.

What is Mr. Billy? 

Mr. Billy is a horror story of about 10,000 words. I’m still in the first few drafts of the story, so it’s subject to change. It focuses on Abby, a young second grader, and a friend she finds in the woods named Mr. Billy. It’s a dark tale focused on showing how the innocence of youth is a dangerous thing and how parents, no matter how hard they try, can’t always be a shield of protection. I’m looking at sometime 2017 to publish it.

A picture book for adults?

First off, who doesn’t like beautiful artwork in their stories? Works by Brom, such as Lost Gods and The Child Thief, are absolutely wonderful twisted tales with illustrations. My goal with Mr. Billy is to have a short story for adults with beautiful illustrations, much like Brom’s work. There’s four concept images for the main story so far, exluding the cover art. Here’s the concept for the cover:

 

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This is going to be the style for the story. The art will be done traditionally, most probably painted with acrylics before being scanned. The book will include a terrifying story and hauntingly beautiful illustrations.

Why this project? 

Mr. Billy actually has a huge place in my heart. I fell in love with the story and the characters while writing it and knew this was something I needed to keep ‘for myself’. I also knew I needed full creative freedom for this piece, which is why I’m self-publishing instead of going the traditional route.

Now, I usally publish horror under the pen name ‘George Spisak’. As you can see on the cover art, I’m using the name ‘Kyra Spisak’ for this horror piece. There’s a reason for that. This story will be one of the few horror pieces to be published under Kyra Spisak because I am working on it with my grandfather. It’s a project between the two of us with me as the writer and him as the artist.

He may have told me my pen name is stupid and I may have decided it wasn’t worth the explaination or the agrument.

I’ll be updating you guys on the project at least once a month so that everyone is on the same page. I’m seriously pumped about this, and I’m hoping you guys will fall in love with Mr. Billy just like I have. More information will be coming along as the project developes and expands, so stay tuned!

12 Things to Consider before Submitting

Today I wanted to run through twelve questions you should ask yourself before you send something off with the hopes of receiving an acceptance letter. It can be really daunting submitting to a magazine for the first time, there are a thousand things to be worried about. This will not cover absolutely everything you need to know, and it only applies to fiction writing (short stories and flash). I do not know everything there is to know about traditional publishing either, so this is not a comprehensive list. Feel free to ask anything at all, I am more than willing to assist where I can.

Anyways, onto the list!

  • Is your story any good? 

This isn’t a question any writer wants to ask, especially when it comes to their own writing. But it needs to be considered. Is what you’re written any good? Does it explore a topic in a new way or have characters and a setting that’s new and exciting? If you were flipping through a magazine, would you stop to read this story?

There isn’t anything wrong with any of these questions being answered with a no. I’ve written things that I am not proud of and would not consider publishing (with a publisher or online). There’s nothing wrong with having a story that doesn’t make the cut. You just need to find something that does.

  • What are genre are you writing?

Seriously. It seems like a no brainer, but there are a ton of places looking for stories and accidently submitting your fantasy piece to a place that wants literary (this is a genre, I assure you) pieces is a guaranteed rejection. Figuring out if your genre and style work for the place you’re submitting to means your piece is going to get looked at. So read what the magazine is about! If possible, read a few of the stories they’ve published previously.

  • Have you edited the piece?

If you’re considering sending something off to a magazine, you need to make sure it is the best it can possibly be. It needs to be as polished as you can make it. I go through an edit on my computer, print out a hard copy and do a rewrite and edit there, punch all the changes into my laptop, rinse and repeat.

That’s the method that works for me. I also read my pieces aloud before I send them off (literally right before hitting that ‘submit’ button). This helps me make sure my pieces are as error free as possible. You can also look into critique sites like Scribophile, which are dedicated to helping you grow as a writing. Password protected sites (like the one just mentioned) do not take away your first publishing rights. Posting on a personal blog, facebook, author website, or some other online form does count as publishing (things like Deviantart and Archive of Our Own do)!

  • Paying markets or free markets?

Personally, I strongly believe that writing is a valuable service and you should be paid for your work. However, there are two sides of the story and I’m going to cover both of them because knowing as much as you can about both markets is extremely important.

An unpaid market is exactly that, a magazine or ezine (like a magazine but only online) or website that does not pay you for the rights to publish your work. In a sense, you give them the rights. For free. This should be stated clearly in their submission guidelines (which you will read, in full). Of course you want to be paid for your work, but consider potential benefits. Does the market have a large amount of viewers? If it consistently reaches a large audience, it might be a good option to submit. Remember, editors and agents of larger things read magazines (especially popular ones) and they may ask a previous publisher of yours for your contact information. There can be other benefits as well: a free physical copy of the issue you’re featured in, a free subscription to their magazine for X amount of days, promotion on their blog, twitter, facebook, website. These are things to consider before publishing to an unpaid market. So look into it thoroughly before rejecting it outright.

A paying market is exactly what it sounds like, someone pays you for the rights to publish your work. I’ve seen payments as little as $3 dollars a piece and as high as $480 dollars a piece. Most magazines tend to range from $5-$25 dollars a piece or $0.01-$0.10 per word. It depends on the magazine/ezine/website. This should be clearly stated in the submission guidelines (which you will read, in full). If it isn’t clearly stated, be very hesitant on submitting to them. If they’re asking you to pay them to publish you, don’t submit to them.

Some magazines have ‘reading fees’. This is a fee, usually around $2-$4, they charge to read your submission. Usually they run like a paying market and will pay you if they accept your submission. Personally, if the reading fee is any higher than $3, I wouldn’t submit to them. But that is my personal choice. If you are comfortable with a higher fee, then feel free to submit as you feel comfortable with.

  • Find a magazine 

This can be one of the hardest parts of submitting. Figuring out where to submit your piece can be a daunting challenge, especially when you’re new to the field. I know plenty of authors use sites like the Grinder and Duotrope to find markets for their stories. Both of these sites help writers find places to submit to based on word counts, payment, and deadlines. Once you get the hang of them, they can be extremely useful. Duotrope is especially nice because it tells you how old and established the magazine/ezine/website is.

If neither of these resources appeal to you, that isn’t an issue. There are other ways to find markets for your work. Simply google your genre, like fantasy, and then submissions. You’ll get a ton of results and this is actually how I found many of my markets for my stories.

With either option, make sure you do some research into the magazine. You want to make sure they are a legitimate market and you are not sending your piece to some random on the internet. Easy ways to figure out if it’s a scam or not: are they well established, do they publish new and well known, if they have published well known – who, do they have good ratings with their customers and contributors, what projects have the editors worked on before (other magazines, their own writing works)? Getting answers to these questions will help you make sure your story is going to a good place.

  • Submission guidelines and cover letters

So earlier in this blog I mentioned how you’re going to read the submission guidelines. Completely, in full. And you’re going to, because every magazine is different. This is where you’ll find out the payment (or lack there of), what format they wish to receive your writing in, what they need in the cover letter, how to submit, what they want (genre, length, etc), and what rights they are purchasing. All of this information you need as a writer. Knowing and following these guidelines as close as you possibly can will give you and your writing the best chance at being read by the editor. Stick to their word limits. Make sure you submit to the right places, some magazines like email submissions or use a submission manager like Submittable or they have their own manager on their page. It’s your job to make sure you go through their method.

There will be conditions. Some magazines will take simiutaneous submissions, meaning you can submit more than once piece at a time (this should be listed), some won’t. Some will accept multiple submissions, meaning you can submit your story to other magazines. If you decide to submit your piece to more than one place at the same time, make sure both magazines accept multiple submissions. Also make sure you take the first magazine that offers you publication. You do not get to cherry pick if you submit or ‘wait for a better offer’. It is first come, first serve. And please, for the love of god, withdrawn your submission (by email, through submittible, however the magazine has it set up) as soon as you know you’ve been accepted else where.

Cover letters are extremely easy. It seems a little daunting but I promise it isn’t. Here’s an example:

Dear Editors (if you can find an editor’s name, use that instead! Always address with first and last name),

Attached is my submission Super Awesome Story for Your Magazine. It is X number of words. Feel free to contact me at myprofessionalemailadress@author.com at your earliest convinience.

Thank you for your time and consideration,

– My Name

If you have a pen name, which is not required, you may put that in along side the title/word count of your story as “My pen name is Super Awesome Writer Person“. If the submission guidelines ask for your cover letter to include a bio, add that to your cover letter as well. Bios are where you can display your personality and show off your achievements.

If they ask for writing achievements in the cover letter, only add what is important. If a market paid you more than $0.03 a word, list that magazine. If you placed in the top three in a writing competition, list that as well. If you received an award, list it. Don’t list the blue ribbion you won in grade eleven. That doesn’t matter. If you don’t have any achievements, don’t worry. Leave it blank.

Also, don’t explain your story/plot/characters in your cover letter. The editor doesn’t care. They want to read your story. Unless it is asked for, don’t add it. Leave your cover letter as simple as possible.

  • Rights

Know your rights as a writer. You are more than welcome to say no, even after it’s been accepted for publication. Do not be afraid to send the editor an email back saying, “Thank you for accepting my submission but, unfortunately, I am declining your acceptance. Have a wonderful day”. It is still your story. If you are uncomfortable with publishing for any reason, you can decline an acceptance.

If you have already told them you are accepting their acceptance, you are shit out of luck. They have purchased, or you have given, them the rights to publish the story. You cannot refuse this once you’ve accepted their acceptance.

Most markets are looking for “First Publishing Rights”. This can be national (your country), international (all over the world), print (for a physical copy), or digital (for a version online or digitally released), or a combination these. Usually, they also ask for archival rights (this means they can ‘store’ your stories online, indefinitely). They will hold these rights for a certain amount of time, the most common seems to be six months but it can be longer/shorter. This means you are not allowed to sell, post, or submit the piece to any market until that time is up. Then the piece is yours to do with as you please.

Once your piece has been published, you no longer have first publishing rights. You can consider sending your piece to markets that accept reprints, post it on a blog/author site/newsletter, or print it in your own anthology collection of your work. Remember to mention where the piece was originally published, no matter what you decided to do with it.

  • Format it!

While reading the submission guides, there will be a list of how they want it formatted. For the most part, your piece needs to be double spaced and in Time New Roman 12pt font. Do not put a title at the top of the page and centre it. I often put the title and author name (unless there is mention of it being an anonymous submission) in the header, along with a page count. You don’t need to do this unless requested, but that is my method.

Pay attention to what file types they will be accepting. The most common ones I see are .doc, .docx, and .rtf. This is what your document is saved as. To change this (in Mircosoft Word), go “Save As”. Underneath the title when you go to save your work there should be a drop down box of different file options. Pick whichever one the magazine wants and save it in that format.

If you do not format your piece correctly, the editor won’t even look at your story. I am entirely serious. Fantastic stories have gone unnoticed because of formatting. Please make sure you format your stories according to the magazine’s guidelines.

  • Rejections

You’re going to get rejections. And a lot of them. That’s how this industry works. Getting a rejection letter doesn’t mean you quit writing, it means you look into other magazines or work harder on your craft. Do not give up because of one or one thousand rejection letters.

Here’s how I like to think of rejection letters: it was a no on my computer, now it’s a no on an editor’s desk. This means someone took the time to read and consider it for publication. That is a huge step from my laptop, regardless of whether or not I get published. Keep this in mind while you’re submitting, because you are going to be receiving rejection letters.

  • Contract or no contract?

Some magazines will send you a contract to sign and send back, some will not. A general rule of thumb: if you are being paid over $35 (ish) dollars, you should probably receive a contract. Anything less than that is usually pretty safe. Don’t request a contract unless the payment is a rather large (over $35) sum. You don’t need a contract for a $5 payment. Don’t send an invoice unless you are a commissioned/freelance writer. If you submitted and were accepted, you do not need to send an invoice for your services.

If you do receive a contract, read it. Top to bottom. You want to know exactly what you’re selling to them and how long they are keeping it before you sign that page. If there is mention of character ownership or copyright ownership, don’t sign it (unless it’s a novel. But, you should be talking with an agent/lawyer/etc in that situation). You are always focused on selling “First Publishing Rights” and nothing else.

Once that contract is signed, adhere to it. If it states your work cannot appear elsewhere for six months, do not let it appear elsewhere for six months. It is a legally binding document. Respect that stupid piece of paper.

  • Promote it!

Yes, this makes the magazine (not you) more money. But it also helps get your name out there. Promoting the magazine promotes you. It is your achievement to flaunt. Boast about it on your twitter, facebook, instagram, what have you. Hand it over to grandma so she can show her knitting circle. By promoting the magazine, you promote yourself. So start screaming about it once you’re accepted.

  • Be proud

I think this one is one of the most important steps. You completed a huge mile stone. You put your work out there and were accepted. It’s proof that you have developed a wonderful amount of skill in writing. You did it, against all odds of ‘being a writer’ you managed to do it.

So congratulate yourself. Eat an entire tub of ice cream or a whole large pizza. You earned it.

 

 

 

 

Dryad: Know Before You Read

She hadn’t expected to find anyone else in the apple grove.

He was there, tucked among the trees and waiting. For her? Maybe. But it was a maybe she would take. She had already fallen in love, infatuated and head over heels for a man she didn’t know. Yet she knows every physical inch of him. The way his lips curl in a smile, how the noonday sun catches his hair, the smell of his skin and the pressure of his hand in hers. She could close her eyes and find him by scent and touch alone.

And still, there’s something not right about all of this. Something in her heart and her head whispering about how wrong it all is. A half-remembered name. She’s already gone too far. There isn’t an apple grove anymore, the woods are getting darker and she’s heading deeper. 

She can feel it in her throat, a thickness and agitation that wasn’t there before. 

She’s terrified. 

 

Dryad is a fantasy short story written by Kyra Spisak and featured in New Zenith Magazine. Dark and twisted, it is a shocking tale that reminds readers of the true nature of the Fae. They are not the gentle, beautiful creatures in a daughter’s picture book. They are twisted monsters.

Purchase a digital copy here or a physical copy here.

Gab Interview with George Spisak

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George publishes under both Kyra and George Spisak, depending on genre. She’s up too late doing too many things, but usually gets at least one or two things done before passing out with the light still on. Her list of published stories can be found here (https://georgespisak.wordpress.com/updated-list-of-publications/)   You can follow George on Gab at gab.ai/SkullyWrites

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The Little Writer that Could

I think every writer went through a stage where they felt like being published or recognized as a writer wasn’t going to happen, that no matter what they did they would fade into the background and never catch the eye of an agent, an editor, a publisher. It was someone else’s fantasy. Someone else was going to hit the ‘big time’. It was never, no matter what, going to be you.

And that’s a terrible way to feel.

Here’s the thing, and I learned it through trial and error, it’s easy to give up. It’s hard to keep going.

Introducing the nightmare inducing train engine:

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This is the little engine that could from the children’s book, “The Little Engine that Could”. A quick rundown, he’s the smallest engine and no one believes he can do what needs to be done. But he does. Against all odds, he does.

I feel like this little engine is an important engine. A writer shouldn’t be lost, shouldn’t feel that giving up is the only way to be happy. Writing should make a writer happy. Even though writing can be a hair pulling, mind-numbing, terrifying process at times. The reason why a writer writes is to write. But the secondary, ever present, reason why writers write is because they want to be read (though, this is a topic for another day).

It took me a long time to get to the point where I’m writing because I enjoy it. I’m working on stories that catch me and I’m working with characters, topics, and settings that have me interested. My interest in my writing is the thing that takes it to the next level, it’s what makes my voice strong and my characters interesting.

So, write because you can and write because you could. It’ll happen and you’ll get there. Puff and trudge on until there’s a point where you made it. Because you will. Once you start writing things you love, you will.