Time for a new weekly writer’s roundup of my works-in-progress and those ready to read! Because of the Labor Day holiday, I had a long weekend and got a lot done. :-) Although there was some straight-up writing involved, the majority of work I did over the three day period consisted of editing at least... Continue Reading →
A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter! He'd hiked up a mountain in Maine, Mai one in Japan. They met in wonderment, brought by the mists to an Everest sized pyramid. His birth removed from the time stream, he lingered as a paradox. Memories... Continue Reading →
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Time for a new weekly writer’s roundup of my works-in-progress and those ready to read! I added 3,200 words to the new chapter seven of Vivian’s Last Cigarette over the weekend, getting its total word-count to 7,300 as of 11pm Sunday. I’d hoped to finish the chapter by then… but alas… I once again came... Continue Reading →
A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter! It wasn't a gallant dance, it was two men swinging blades in the mud. Pinning the knight's swordarm, Oris stabbed him in the eye. He sang a song alone: A man now a monster, a giant spider... Continue Reading →
Text is Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved. Art elements are original, open source, or in the public domain.
If you have some time to spare or some interest in the life and works of J.R.R Tolkien, have a listen as Bryan Aiello and I discuss the founder of the modern fantasy genre!
Time for a new weekly writer’s roundup of my works-in-progress and those ready to read! First, a quick update for all of you who wrote me concerned about my health after last week’s post. I want to thank all of you, and I’m happy to relay that my blood sugars levels are testing around 150-180... Continue Reading →
A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter! She paled. "You're dead!" He nodded. "I've sung the Song of Doom!" the diva bellowed. "Not even you-" Ziggy Stardust took the mic. She opened the box. "Healing balm, socks, moon charms... Ooh! Invisibility potion!" "Your mom's... Continue Reading →
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