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A book of evil.
A book of the devil.
Worshippers of death.
Does it exist?
Does it have a cult of followers?
It does in Oasis, Florida.
It’s revered and honored.
Welcome to Oasis.
Enjoy your stay.
THE DEAD GAME
FANTASY FAILS
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Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp hail hits my face.
Men run like a race.
They shout for me to move.
I pick up their quick groove.
“The Dead are here for us,”
one tall man shouts at us,
“Run to the Town Hall
or the town will fall.”
THE DEAD GAME
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THE ICE HOUSE
The dance floor is full.
The guests twirl between statues.
Sad expressions etched into faces.
Tears flow down frosty cheeks.
An undercurrent of evil lies
beneath the music and gaiety.
Time to leave the perfect guests
and the frozen smiles.
Time to escape if one can.
THE DEAD GAME
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22 Tips for Breaking Bread with Journalists – by Joan Stewart…
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on The Book Designer:
You’re in a panic.
A reporter from your local newspaper heard about your new book and wants to meet you for lunch.
You’ve done several telephone interviews with journalists, but you’ve never sat face-to-face with a reporter—let alone eaten with one.
But you accept the invitation anyway and have only three days to prepare.
What do you do?
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Non-Verbal Communication in Writing – by Jeanne Kisacky…
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On Writer Unboxed:
The last time I edited some of my work, I was dismayed to discover how many times my characters smiled, sighed, or scowled and how infrequently they used any other gestures. What, I thought, if my characters didn’t just smile, sigh, and scowl? What if they clapped hands and skipped around the room beaming? Or thumped down with a huge outrush of air, to settle in for the long tedious wait? Or leaned threateningly in towards the bully, elbows out, legs stiffened, features frozen? What if my characters could gain a much more nuanced, much more expressive range of gestures and emotions?
As I contemplated fancying up my emotional descriptions, I remembered Keith Cronin’s sage advice about pretentious wordsand had a reality check. Was I just getting carried away with word-love again?
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