Monday Motivations; Ten of Pentacles
Hello friends and welcome to another wary week of writing. I am back after an extended, unintended hiatus and let me tell you I have never missed the comfort of routine more than the last ten days. Routine has always been important to me. Even on weekends and during my leisure time, I like to… Continue reading
Drabble Rock; Week 5
distortion The world around Arcelie rippled, as if a pebble had been dropped into the otherwise still waters of reality. The distortion bounced off the walls of the cramped classroom and reverberated back, finally converging on the spot where she was stood, breathless with anticipation. At first, nothing happened, despite Mei’s boasts of mind-boggling magic.… Continue reading
The Ballad of Mercy May; 004
Previous of something dreadful… and it’s drawing steadily closer. At last summoning her strength, the woman pushes herself upright and takes better stock of her surroundings. The forest around her is dense, but there is plenty of light filtering down through the canopy, casting a warm, mottled glow throughout the grove. She guesses the sun… Continue reading
I’m Angry Writing Isn’t My Actual Job
My frustrations and anxieties aren’t new, nor unique to me. Continue reading
Drabble Rock; Week 4
gravel The voice in her head was like gravel grating against the fragile walls of her psyche. What started as a tender whisper, like that of a lover’s sweet nothings, had since grown into the hoarse, desperate mutterings of a madman. Night after night it begged, taunted, and cajoled by turns – whatever it deemed… Continue reading
The Ballad of Mercy May; 0003
Previous Nor can she recall where she came from, how old she might be, or even her own name. Her memory is as still as the grove around her. But neither remain that way for long. Something is tickling at the edge of the woman’s perception, like a low hum that she feels more than… Continue reading
Kerry Share’s love for writing started, as it so often does, as a love of reading at an early age. At age 11 she wrote her first short story, a Harry Potter knockoff of dubious quality, and her love for creative expression was born. Throughout her teen years she continued to foster that passion through derivative work, and at 23 she turned her eye to original fiction.
Now in her thirties, having taken a break from creative endeavors to cope with an ever changing life and landscape, she is determined to make her dream of a writing career reality.