Deuxième partie

Continued from Causeries d’un Cabochard Dante closes his eyes, breathes deep her fragrance, and it gets him high, "It is these moments, it is tactile is it not?" He slips around her, hand across her midsection, and he whispers in her ear, "When you can feel the fire someone ignites from deep within. The only action you … Continue reading Deuxième partie

Better Off

Battery, self-inflicted busted dreams Old wounds reopen, with present salt Scraping off dried and cracked scabs Pain twice as good, it is all my fault Malignant tumors, riddle my spirit Emotional carcinoma growing inside Poison, medicine, it is all the same Fading away, slipping away, inside I hide Bruised and battered from the fall Crushed … Continue reading Better Off

Unchained

I lay Bewildered, Wide Eyed, Mouth Agape. Cold Silence Enraptures Me, Nothingness Rape. White Hot Blaze, Inferno: My Mind's Eye. Peace Within, My Goal, do or die. A Blank Slate, Emotionless, Free From Pain. Abnormal Passion, Remorse, Far From Sane. A balance is Key, Necessary: A careful Path. Half Human, Half Robot in the aftermath. … Continue reading Unchained

Rémission

Maybe one day, one of them, any of them, will forgive me. Maybe one day, possibly, I could, forgive myself. Adorned fetishes, alters and shrines, for old memory. Encapsulated pity, false hope, put away, on a shelf. It’s a nightmare, this I know Malicious seeds I will sow I try to stop this compulsion History … Continue reading Rémission

Megamorphosis

Tunnel, dark and damp, empty, except for remorse Him, in the dire offal vomits, with all his force Every stone, carefully placed, lay prone, shit-faced Chrysalis of burden, Hate, lies, and pity Transformation Adaption to the shitty Internal cages, layered emotion, struggle to fail, suffering devotion Break through the walls, find disappointing reality Find the … Continue reading Megamorphosis

What the hell is a ‘hybrid author’?

Interesting points

Milly Schmidt

Yes, of course I poached Chuck Wendig’s brilliance from his article of the exact same name. But, to my credit, I did change my title slightly to reflect my amazing originality.

In a similar fashion to Wendig (God I am a poacher today), when I first came across the term ‘hybrid author’ I pictured something a little less than normal. For me, it was a science fiction writer with wings, a thick outer armour, an extra set of hands and the ability to never sleep. And I don’t know, maybe yellow eyes and vivid green dragon scales.

Realising my interpretation might be a tad fantastical, I sat down and did a bit of critical and creative reasoning (a.k.a terribleminds via google) and figured out that hybrid authors are pretty f—– brilliant.  Not only have they figured out that the publishing industry is changing at a rapid pace, but they have taken steps to…

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