Tag: Collapse

  • Deconstructing Design: Joy in a World Where ‘Wild Things Will Roam’

    Deconstructing Design: Joy in a World Where ‘Wild Things Will Roam’

    I ran a poll several months ago to ask what scene(s), if any, readers might want to see deconstructed. One of the suggestions that caught my attention was a snippet that actually happens off screen and spans only two paragraphs, but serves as the height from which the story is dropped in the last quarter.…

  • Halloween Tease – Coming 10/31/21!

    Halloween Tease – Coming 10/31/21!

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  • Why Read “The Collapse” When the World is Collapsing?

    There’s a reason why the Walking Dead, Supernatural, and pandemic films are so popular. It’s not just our morbid fascination that leads us to consume art that touches on our fears–there’s a real psychological benefit to it, too.

  • This Moment.

    This Moment.

    “I’m not sure I enjoy living through all this history…” — the resounding feelings of everyone collectively. I don’t like to write when I have to pry the words from my mind. Usually, if I have nothing wise or witty to say, I just try to refrain from leaving paper-trail proof that I, too, am…

  • You’re lonely. And you’re not alone.

    Let me know if this sounds familiar: You’re feeling out of touch. You notice you’re now awkward around your closest friends and family. Every conversation you have is either superficial or about all the anxiety-inducing horrors going on around you. You feel stupid, kind of jealous, and just… on the outside, even with people you…

  • “Dogwood Stains” – Author’s Hand Competition 2nd Place Winner

    “Louie’s parents were crushed by a herd of wild zebras. ” “With a first line like this one, how could I resist awarding this runner-up prize? It reeled me in and is indicative of the humor-wrapped ruthlessness of this story, which is set in a dystopic world of child prostitution and amicicide. The author brought the…

  • Prologue.

      “One. Two. Three.” They stopped saying ‘toss’ twelve bodies ago. Leaving the word implied, Carian and another man released a teenager into the all-devouring pit. Was it still a teenager? Was there age in death? Liv’s twelve years hadn’t set much precedent for catastrophe, and her mind whiplashed with questions like these. Were they…