Angele Gougeon

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Angèle Gougeon is a Canadian writer and artist, with several short stories published in literary magazines and the creator of several more book covers. Though she's recently branched into the digital art world, she finds her roots in the traditional mediums of watercolors and acrylics. She writes stories of all genres, but has always been especially drawn to the fantastical and tales of the paranormal

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Angele Gougeon Never stop writing. If you want to be a writer, be a writer. We're living in a day and age where anyone can post their work online. But work at it.…moreNever stop writing. If you want to be a writer, be a writer. We're living in a day and age where anyone can post their work online. But work at it. Write and write and write. Edit and edit and edit. If you want to be published - keep sending work out. Do your research. Find out what the publisher puts out there. Just don't give up, and never stop improving.(less)
Angele Gougeon To, I'm sure, the amusement of everyone who has read my debut novel - which is fairly dark, with an escalation of bad luck and equally bad decisions…moreTo, I'm sure, the amusement of everyone who has read my debut novel - which is fairly dark, with an escalation of bad luck and equally bad decisions for the characters therein - I'm currently working on a comedy. Talking cats, crazed gods, and thieves abound. Oh, and cabbages.(less)
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Last week, I had the phenomenal pleasure of working with the cast of Sage and Savant (from The Tales of Sage and Savant podcast).

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And go read the author interview here: https://www.sageandsavant.com/2018/01...

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“It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn’t have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn’t breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn’t her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol’ hands with scars on the fingers. Men’s hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and-”
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“It felt oily inside her head. There were strings of Xavier Stancliff caught inside of her, holding on and spiderwebbing out as he plotted and waited and thought: this is all the bitch deserves. Swallowing, Sandra pushed herself off the bed. It was late and the room was dark. She could see the bundled lump of Jack beneath his own covers. He’d left the television on and the light flickered down the tiny hall. Shadows danced and Sandra shivered as she left the room.

In another life, she would have told Danny and Jack about the man. Danny would have whispered, “It’s alright,” and smoothed back her hair from her face and kissed her, lips dry and coarse on her forehead. Then he and Jack would’ve left while she was sleeping. They would’ve trampled the flowers and climbed into Xavier Stanliff’s window and when Sandra woke up there would have been one less man in the world.”
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“It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn’t have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn’t breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn’t her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol’ hands with scars on the fingers. Men’s hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and-”
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“He was glad his feet were staying beneath him, but they were collecting a lot of the blood he needed for his brain.”
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