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1. Shakespeare
2. Film Studies (literature)
3. Amish Studies (sociology)
4. African American Women in Literature
5. Criminology

I have a BA in English and a JD.
January 31, 2026 at 5:35 PM
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“And why is it snowing, in the middle of the summer, in the library?”

#WriteSky #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity
January 27, 2026 at 1:54 PM
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#WriteSky #WritingCommunity "climb"
Aeryn took a deep breath and allowed him to pull her to the base of the stairs. Then they started their ascent. When they were a quarter of the way up, she stopped and leaned back against the cliff wall to allow some others to pass them while she caught her breath. "I do not know that I can do this." "Come, come Sister. We have just begun. Just do not look down. We'll be there before you know it." She wrapped her hands around her side and looked up at the rest of the stairs. "Do people really climb these things more than once a day?" "I imagine some poor runners do them several times a day. If I were King, I would have my soldiers run them in the morning and again in the evening to keep them fit." "Kill them more like." She laughed and started climbing again at his insistence.
January 11, 2026 at 3:45 PM
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I do not have "fifth" in this book but where I would have it in other books would involve the Great Storm Lion, the Ancient Storm King, being the fifth generation to rule tempest.
'neath the tri moons, the world was one 'Til with maid's treason, Mother's grace undone. From forth the mount the raging Dragon flew And hence the world was split in two. Shadow and Spider laid waste to men In the Western land of Brerracien Until Shadowmancer and Dragonborn Felled the might Shadow Lord. The curse of Zessali reigns the day To the East, where great Tempest lay. Take the throne by force and rule with peace, For five generations 'til they line be deceased. (A children's poem from Tempest. Bard Unknown).
January 10, 2026 at 3:10 PM
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“When we are not together, I dream that I did not get to you in time and you were married to the Lord of Belmont. I try to rescue you, but he has you locked in a tower. I can only see you in the window, bloodied and bruised, crying out to me for help.”

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January 7, 2026 at 10:51 PM
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FYI, Bayorth is a Dragon in human form. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts.
"I am Bayorth." Aeryn inhaled sharply at the familiar name and he smiled. "Yes, you know of me. I visited your forefather so, so many years ago. I have come now because...well, it appears that I have been remiss in my duties for a long time and things have not gone the way I intended." Aeryn frowned slightly as she tried to comprehend what was going on at the moment. "You must be very old." "Yes. Absolutely ancient." He laughed and it was a low grumble, deep in his chest, a reminder of what he truly was behind this human facade.
January 6, 2026 at 3:00 PM
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“My good fellow, we shall do great business together. What benefits you, benefits me, which is always my goal, of course. I have so many depending on me and my business acumen. Not only my household, but my cousin’s. She would spend herself into slavery if left to her own devices.” #WriteSky
January 5, 2026 at 10:00 PM
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Recreate the fantasy timelines that I lost when my hard drive crashed. The timelines from the various books all need to line up so I know where everyone is at any given time.
January 5, 2026 at 6:11 PM
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It appeared more like a prison than a holy place and she wondered if the nuns were trying to keep the world out or their novices in. It was not like the abbey back home, but then, the gods worshiped by her home realm did not exact punishments for the same acts as the ones here did.
#WriteSky
January 4, 2026 at 3:38 PM
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#WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity. The problem with pixies.
"Aeryn? Yes, you have said her name over and over again. Your sister, right?" Tyrion continued with his attempts to get out of the furs, although he could feel what strength he had start to leave him. He did not want to pass out again, but he was terribly afraid that he was not going to have a choice in the matter. Before he did, he needed to make sure that this man knew that he could not stay here much longer. "Yes. She is..." "Not here. Believe me. You were chasing a dream created by the pixies. One of the dangers of the forest, I am afraid. I am sure that she is safe, your sister, whereever she is." "No." Tyrion shook his head. He wanted to argue but the voice was so damn calm and reassuring. "Not safe. Not at all." The wolf took note of his agitation and sat up, whining softly. "Wherever she is, she is, at least, better off than you are at the moment, my friend. So, we have established where you are from, where are you going? Where were you headed, lad, before those pixie bitches distracted you?"
January 3, 2026 at 3:35 PM
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Resolution = promise. #WriteSky #WritingPrompts
Tyrion built a great fire within the hearth and sat close to watch the flames. He recalled their mother's story of their birth, how their fingers had been entwined as they had entered the world and he wanted nothing more in the world than to hold his sister in his arms once more. For her to be safe. As the fire died down to nothing more than white-hot coals, he removed his dagger from its sheath and closed his fist upon it. With a swift motion, he drew the blad out of his closed fist, filing the zing of cold, sharp steel slicing into flesh and the sizzle of severed nerves. He removed the amulet from around his neck and closed his bleeding fingers upon it. Blood began to trickle from between his clenched fingers and he moved his hand so that it dripped down upon the hot coals. "By the blood of the Dragon, we will be together again for our next birthday. That, I promise, my sweet sister. And those who have wronged us will meet the fiery fate that only a Dragon can mete out." As he made this oath, Tyrion heard the slithering whisper that he often heard at night since he had been gifted the amulet. Only for the first time, he understood what it was saying.
January 2, 2026 at 6:01 PM
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I'm back for the New Year. I'm switching to my fantasy series as I try to recreate the timeline I lost when my hard drive crashed.
The Great Mountain has remained silent since this time and the Great Mother Dragon has not been seen since. From the beginning of human written history, there have been no believable encounters with dragons in their dragon form; however, tales still exist of dragons visiting humans and even interacting with humans within a human form. These accounts have been scarce and rarely believed. In fact, most of the inhabitants of Elidora today believe that the dragons have died off, or perhaps, to have never existed in the first place. Naught but a tale to tell children.
January 1, 2026 at 4:52 PM
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Nah, what's really weird is the voice and accent for the VOID. Where did that come from?
September 21, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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"Boat’s got lights. Besides, no one’s around. No worries if one prefers to swim sans swimsuit.”
Mel ponders the idea as we walk down the street, her hand in the crook of my elbow. The bar patios are full and the music from one competes with the next.
“Why the hell not?”
“Yeah. Why the hell not?”
August 6, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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“I’m not crazy and sociopathy and psychopathy are different types of personality disorders. I don’t hear voices or see things.” This is not true, exactly. “I just battle with bouts of depression and mania and I tend to engage in risky behaviors like sleeping around and telling you to fuck off.”
August 2, 2025 at 12:41 PM
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This is from a different WIP. It is a fantasy short story (if it stays short) about a land beholden to a god of torture and violence, whose feast day they celebrate with madness, torture, sacrifice, and death.
August 1, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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“So, what brings you to the island this weekend?”
“Bachelor party.”
“Hopefully not your bachelor party?” I raise a brow. Killer I may be, but I don’t condone cheating, especially not right before a wedding.
He chuckles. “Oh no, not mine. I’m just a groomsman.”

#WIPSnips "Cheat"
August 1, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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We love Lore, especially for long car trips.
July 31, 2025 at 6:32 PM
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Dinner goes well for the most part. Both kids are willing to try a little of everything, but for most vegetables, that little bit is all they eat. The sweet potato casserole is a hit, along with the stuffing and potatoes. Kids love carbs. The rest of us tend to have a bit more balanced meal.
July 29, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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Eli comes down to the beach early on the Fifth. I’m cleaning up the beach from the parties the night before. People are the worst. The trash cans are overflowing, both on the beach and on the decks of the shop. I work on emptying them and piling the full bags next to the public changing house.
July 28, 2025 at 12:36 PM
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The Sheriff takes the envelope with the gun and tucks it under his arm. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about…Richard and if I upset Kate at his funeral.”
I notice his apology does not extend to anything he's said to me but I never expected it to. “It’s alright. You should probably tell her."
July 27, 2025 at 2:02 PM
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Bail = bond. I didn't have bail in my story because I don't set bail, I set bonds. Defendants may use the term "bail," but the legal term, at least in this state, is bond. I know that people often use 'jail' and 'prison' interchangeably, but it is incorrect, and my characters won't do that.
"Look at me, I'm like 5'2 and 110 lbs soak wet. I ain't trying to get in any fights. Especially since it looks like the charges against me might be dropped." "Yeah. What are you charged with?" I shrug. "Aggravated menacing at the moment." "Oh, really?" She raises an eyebrow. "That's just a misdemeanor. Why's your bond so high?" I wonder how she knows what my bond is. Now I am paranoid that they have planted a stoolie. I suppose being crazy has its advantages. Paranoia my save my ass. I lean over and stage whisper, "it was the police chief's daughter. He doesn't like me or us together."
July 26, 2025 at 12:16 PM
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I think that Bob could go away if Eli stayed. If we worked out. Or maybe I could admit to the shrink that there are some deeper issues, and we can find a way to medicate Bob away. But how does one tell one’s shrink that one has a…killer inside, without making a confession?
July 24, 2025 at 12:26 PM
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The next time I awake, it's more fully. I'm in a hospital bed. There's an IV tree next to me with a tube leading down into a needle embedded in the crook of my arm. My wrists are restrained to the bed rails. All my fingers are intact. I can’t see my toes but they seem to be there when I wiggle them.
July 22, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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“Ah. Yes. I’m crazy. Certifiable. Now, if you don’t mind…”
“Where did you think you were going to go?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t in my right mind.”
“Are you now? You just tried to escape.”
“It’s not really escaping when you’re not under arrest.”
‘You know what I mean.”

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July 21, 2025 at 3:03 PM