Just Another Struggling Writer

The lamentations of yet another person struggling to write a novel.

Drabble Rock; Week 13


The black substance coursed through every fiber of her being, cutting off the circulation of the person she used to be. It was foul and it was ecstasy. It tore her apart and knitted her back together again. She had to have more – yet she could not keep down what she had already tasted.

Marceline’s whole body contracted, her stomach roiling, her mind afire. As the substance had fought going down, it seemed to race back up, until she was coughing it onto the floor in an inky black pool at her feet, much to the horror of her husband.


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About Me

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.

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