Dear Major Bradon, I’ll keep this simple for you. Technomancy: The fine art of combining science and sorcery. Technomancers: People who manage to survive combining science and sorcery. Did I mention that there aren’t that many of us? We’ve been called many things over the years, alchemists, magicians… But don’t… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: Dear Major Bradon—”
Free HOOK Edit: To begin with, Marlowe was dead—
To begin with, Marlowe was dead. The police dispatcher said that over the phone, when he broke into Ben’s sleep at five a.m., and the coroner’s assistant said it again, to Ben’s face. Marlowe had been dead at least seven hours, shot and dumped in a filthy alley. The assistant… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: To begin with, Marlowe was dead—”
One thousand buddhas
It’s official—Wordpress reports over a thousand views of JUST YOUR HOOKS. Not bad for only five days! Thanks to all of you, and I hope you’re preparing your Pulitzer acceptance speeches.
Commenting on HOOKS
It looks like I may have opened a can of worms by suggesting the writers would like input. I’m going to clarify the purpose of the comments for these Edits: The comments are for patting each other on the back, giving each other that little hair-raising shot of praise that… Read more“Commenting on HOOKS”
Free HOOK Edit: Thel nocked an arrow—
Thel nocked an arrow and inhaled until her lungs were full and drew back the bowstring until her left hand rested lightly against her cheekbone. She exhaled slowly and sighted with her left eye then swiveled her right arm so that she could see the flat expanse between the buck’s… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: Thel nocked an arrow—”
Free HOOK Edit: In the morning, when there was nothing but birdsong—
In the morning, when there was nothing but birdsong and grey walls and the cramping in his joints for company, regrets and misgivings gathered in a half circle around him and waited for answers. He was a little late to this party. Coming to terms with these entities should have… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: In the morning, when there was nothing but birdsong—”
Free HOOK Edit: The wolf would have been mistaken—
The wolf would have been mistaken for a large dog in the low light. Alexis wasn’t fooled. She knew who and what he was. His hackles slowly raised and he bared his teeth. “I’m not going back, Quinn.” Alexis hugged the bag closer, shielding herself from the intense, glowing eyes… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: The wolf would have been mistaken—”
Free HOOK Edit: It's a story—
It’s a story. Maybe you might think it’s not much of a story, but it’s all I have in my defense. I could tell you exactly what happened, but that wouldn’t be enough for you to understand. I need you to understand. I need you to know why I did… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: It's a story—”
Free HOOK Edit: My guitar case bounced—
My guitar case bounced against my trembling knee. My boot stomped the rhythm I’d practiced all week: “Heart You” by OK Morale: You think you’re no one special You think you’re alone, but— “Mox” “Mox” “Moxie!” I turned to Summer. “What are you thinking?” “The Unbearable Lightness of Being.” “You’re… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: My guitar case bounced—”
Free HOOK Edit: A lot of people think garbage collectors are idiots—
A lot of people think garbage collectors are idiots. I’m not just saying this because it’s what I do for a living. There are documented studies, although frankly what kind of numbskull would pay for such a study? The logic goes, it’s smelly, you have to get up early, it’s demeaning—how stupid… Read more“Free HOOK Edit: A lot of people think garbage collectors are idiots—”