A short story by Ramona Darabant. This is the first installment out of five in a new series by a regular author at Writer to Writers.
One of Steve’s few forays into science fiction, this story is exclusively available for your Kindle at Amazon! One night, astronomer Nigel Pynchon is out on a date when he hears a startling announcement: an alien spaceship has landed on a nearby farm, and everyone is told to head home and stay inside. He and his date attempt to leave the restaurant, and the scene is utter chaos. In fact, they barely make it home alive. Eventually Nigel gets to a TV and watches news reports of the landing but, instead of having his curiosity satisfied as to what the […]
The Greater Good Protocol is a brilliant short story by Writer to Writers’ regular contributor Ramona Darabant. This is the first of a multi part story.
A Second Chance is a wonderful short story by the first time contributor to Writer to Writers, Nitesh Mishra.
This wonderful short story, The Problem with Magic, was written by Ramona Darabant, debuting as a regular contributor at Writer to Writers.
A short story, How To Get To Huston, by Gillian Pressley, the proud owner of ‘What I Don’t Know (About Anything In Asia).
Taking his cue once more from his favorite band the Smashing Pumpkins, Steve genre-hops again with this week’s short story.
Life Under Light – a short story by Steve Grogan, who is the creator of REDemption Comics and a regular contributor at Writer To Writers.
A short story by Gillian Pressley, the proud owner of ‘What I Don’t Know (About Anything In Asia). This is her first of many guest posts on our sit.
‘He Was Loved’ – A short story by Steve Grogan, first time contributor to Writer To Writers and the author of webcomic REDemption.
Books never read, words never written. A story left untold. This is my greatest fear. That the words I carry in my heart will die along with me.
The story was written by Lorreta Marchize. “In the Golden Summer the Throne of Swords shall be lost, the Crown of light shall be found.” They read it every year, in secret of course, and without Our High King Reginald knowing. I do think we could just call him ‘The King’ or ‘Reginald’, but no we must call him Our High King. Perhaps that has something to do with why we don’t like him? Or did, I should say. But that is not the beginning, no far from it. That is the middle. It all began a hundred years ago, long […]
An examination of media consumption.