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The Female Perspective: Black Widow, Has Everyone Gone Crazy? | Mark Adam Thomas
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Go to markadamthomas.com. A Work In Progress. May 15, 2015. The Female Perspective: Black Widow, Has Everyone Gone Crazy? I’m struggling to give my female character Nika Silbersichel depth, without making her wimpy or annoying. She starts out weak, and her character arc is all about finding strength and finding herself (and empowerment) in a man’s world. My story is a supernatural action adventure story, so just how much personal growth is too much? For now, sit back, relax and enjoy the blog! All views ...
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Red Rain (working title) – Chapter One: Red Rain [Prewriting] | Mark Adam Thomas
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Go to markadamthomas.com. A Work In Progress. August 11, 2015. Red Rain (working title) – Chapter One: Red Rain [Prewriting]. Red Rain (working title). I’m preparing for November’s NaNoWriMo, and while working on the background and world building, I decided to try my hand at some discovery writing. Red Rain is a working title, and will likely change once I find something better (I titled my first chapter. I mulled over whether the awful hidin’ I’d get from Pap would be worth it, and decided to risk it...
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Beyond Cougar Creek | World Wrighter
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Stories, poems and other musings from the mind of a writer who suffers from World Builder's Disease. 1994 was the year when our lives changed. It all started in late Aprilwhen Toby went missing. Toby came three years later. Where Ellie favored her mom, Toby was my spitting image, and he was as laid back as his old man from the day we brought him home from Jeffries Memorial. Dependable. Unexcitable. In other words, cool. That was… until he went missing in ’94. We’d tell him, and then he’d say, Why? I’m wr...
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Winter Flight | World Wrighter
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Stories, poems and other musings from the mind of a writer who suffers from World Builder's Disease. Tank shrieked like a banshee, if said banshee were a pipsqueak the size of a pisky; in other words. His size. He couldn’t recall ever sounding so pathetically sprite-like in all his life, not that there was anything wrong with sprites but in front of Lord Icetwig? Aw, come on, you sorry excuse for a fae. He chided himself,. Some warrior you are. It smelled worse than if a Bogle had farted in a Stink Lily,...
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November | 2016 | World Wrighter
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Stories, poems and other musings from the mind of a writer who suffers from World Builder's Disease. Monthly Archives: November, 2016. Prompt: NaNoWriMo Chapter One Tank shrieked like a banshee, if said banshee were a pipsqueak the size of a pisky; in other words his size. He couldn’t recall ever … Continue reading →. November 22, 2016 · Leave a comment. From the Cutting Room Files. National Novel Writing Month. Wonderful Day Worl…. Ditched World Wrig…. NaPoWriMo – Da…. NaPoWriMo – Da…. On What A Nerk.
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Ditched | World Wrighter
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Stories, poems and other musings from the mind of a writer who suffers from World Builder's Disease. This entry is part of a deleted chapter from the revision of my unpublished novel Kestrel Creed and the Febrile Felon. It goes into some character history of the title character, and in the end, I felt this exposition slowed the novel. It was still a hoot to write, and given today’s prompt, I thought it appropriate to share. WW. It had to be mines. The boys had encircled him; five, he thought, maybe six&#...
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Ditched | World Wrighter
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Stories, poems and other musings from the mind of a writer who suffers from World Builder's Disease. This entry is part of a deleted chapter from the revision of my unpublished novel Kestrel Creed and the Febrile Felon. It goes into some character history of the title character, and in the end, I felt this exposition slowed the novel. It was still a hoot to write, and given today’s prompt, I thought it appropriate to share. WW. It had to be mines. The boys had encircled him; five, he thought, maybe six&#...
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What A Nerk | World Wrighter
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Stories, poems and other musings from the mind of a writer who suffers from World Builder's Disease. Jenrae stood above him, arms folded. I’m disgusted. What’s new. I disgust myself. He was joking, and thought she had been too. So I took a header, what’s the bone? She pressed on, showing nothing but her back. He gave the board a surge, spun around into a fakie as he passed her, then cut her off with a powerslide brake. Flawless. That had to have earned him some points. He caught up again, but didn’t try ...
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Cup of Miracles | World Wrighter
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Stories, poems and other musings from the mind of a writer who suffers from World Builder's Disease. Trimble gasped, and gasped again. She crouched with her back against the wet wooden wall of a moldering shop or some such. The rain had started up again, and that, of course, complicated everything. More important than seeing to her ankle, she grasped at the pouch hidden beneath her vest, and sighed. Well met, Abigail. That voice that voice was familiar. Even before the glimmer had completely faded, she d...
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