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A man forgets his phone at home and has an adventurous day without it

A man, named George, left for work, as usual, at 7 am. He locked his house. Usual. He got into his car. Usual. He arrived at work – same as usual. When he reached into his pocket for his phone and didn’t find it – unusual.

At first, panic set in. Thoughts screamed through his head – how will he work without it? How will he survive a day without it? What will he use when he has to go to a bathroom to entertain himself?

All he had were questions and no answers.

So, for the first time in his life h...

Your character is swimming in a lake/bay. She squints at a shape coming toward her in the water. What does she think she sees?

I float on my back, on top of the balmy water in the bay. Sighing in contentment, I close my dark violet eyes against the harsh midday sunslight of summer.

I snuck out of the Crystal Palace, away from the etiquette teachers who were hounding me about dancing, and proper posture and how not to smile when bored, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Today is my fifteenth birthday and Father forgot it, again. Nic came by in the morning and gave me the nicest gift I could have ever asked for–a digi-holo...

The door you had locked is now wide open

I climb the stairs, yawning.

It had been a brutal day at court. B-R-U-T-A-L.

Everything I said or did was criticized and made fun of by the ma’hars and ma’haras. The more I tried to correct my actions, the more they laughed at me.

“Just because they are old and in their twenties, doesn’t mean they should look down on a fourteen year old. I’m almost a grown up.”

I took all the critiques dressed in compliments and kept smiling. A smile that still feels frozen on my face.

I can’t live with the c...

Start a story with the line: “When I confronted him, he denied that he ever said it.”

“When I confronted him, he denied that he ever said it,” I say to Glenna as we walk deeper into the snow covered forest, outside the Crystal Palace.

Glenna shakes her head in disappointment, then frowns and asks, “Who is this ‘he’ again?” She picks up a few mushrooms from the base of a large dark brown tree with mostly bare branches. She examines them, nods and puts them into her woven basket.

“Glenna! Weren’t you paying attention?” I ask her, but she just gives me a look as she squats by a larg...

A Letter to My Child

You have greatness in you.
You have greatness in you.
You have greatness in you.

Your greatness is not the same as my greatness, or anyone else’s. It’s yours. You can be anything you want to be. ANYTHING. You have to let out your greatness. Stop allowing distractions to prevent you from showing your greatness. To show the amazing person you are and to be the amazing person you can become. BE GREAT.

You feel bad about the things you have done. Guilty. You think you made a mistake. It’s only a mis...

Review of ‘The Last Lumenian’ by Joyly Stevens

The following is a guest post from Queen of Midnight, aka Joyly Stevens. Thank you very much for the great article on my book and its characters. Check out Joyly’s blog here or on Instagram @queenof_midnight

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Title: The Last Lumenian

Author: S.G. Blaise

Publishing Date: October 7, 2020 Publisher: Lilac Grove Entertainment LLC Genres: YA Fantasy/SciFi

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‘The Last Lumenian’ by Joyly Stevens

The following is a guest post from Queen of Midnight, aka Joyly Stevens. Thank you very much for the great article on my book and its characters. Check out Joyly’s blog here or on Instagram @queenof_midnight Title: The Last Lumenian Author: S.G. Blaise Publishing Date: October 7, 2020 Publisher: Lilac Grove Entertainment LLC Genres: YA...

Should I stay or should I go?

I stare into the gaping maw of a deep water sharks and the question arises – should I stay or should I go? But how did I get here? Two hours ago, Fearghas and I were galloping down the beach, seemingly into the setting two suns. Salty breeze tore at my dark violet hair and...

The things your desk thinks at night

Night has fallen.  Another one. So many nights, I can’t even remember the beginning. I just was. At first, I didn’t know what I was. Thought only about myself as a thing, even that thought didn’t come often. Then with each nightfall, more and more awareness forced me to evolve. To observe. To draw conclusions....

Death at a Birthday Party

It was another birthday. One without my mom. One where Father forgets to show up on time. One where only Deidre and Captain Murtagh try to cheer me up.  The one where someone died. But let me go back to the beginning.  It’s my 14th birthday. You know the age when you feel almost like...